I once had a dream where I met Paul Krugman at a party. It went like this:
This happened in a dream I had. We were at a large round table having dinner. I was talking about pizza and saying something typically smart-ass about how to make good crust. Krugman was at the other end of the table and overheard. He jumped in just long enough to reduce my pizza thesis to mere crumbs. The rest of the guests looked on in pity.
When the party was over, I bumped into him again on the way out. We had this little conversation: