Last night I dreamed I was grading papers in a Roman amphitheater

I'm sitting in a Roman amphitheater, but instead of gladiators, there's a stack of my students' essays on the sand. Every time I pick one up, a lion roars and the page bursts into flames. I keep trying to read the answers, but they're all about the Punic Wars written in Latin. Woke up annoyed that my subconscious couldn't even give me correct Latin grammar.