I know very well what this is about

I dreamed I was on a roundtable panel and had to give a speech on something, but I fell asleep and woke up to see everybody staring at me, because it was my turn to give my speech. But I couldn't remember what I was supposed to talk about.

So I started with empty filler observational humor about being a Baby Boomer from SoCal, in the course of which I got an idea for a great improv connecting the San Clemente nuclear reactors and the corruption of the Nixon Administration. Just as I got going, some guy ran in and stopped the whole meeting, there was some kind of emergency, so everybody ran out.

Boy, was I pissed. My great speech, wasted!