I dreamed I was playing ping pong against someone famous but not good, in a fancy dining club in San Francisco that Paul Mockapetris was a member of. Played sitting down, didn't even bother to fully clean everything off the table. There was a plate with grapes on it.
Meanwhile, from the other room, connected via french doors, someone was reading a speech in Japanese while an American guy looked over his shoulder and translated to English aloud.