Holy cow, I wrote a book!
I dreamed that I was at
a large trade show, where everybody had
cleared the center of the main floor to make room for
an impressive real-time holography demo.
After the demo was over,
everybody moved their chairs back, but the German
delegation had difficulty returning their chairs to the
exact position they took them from, because everybody else
(not being German) just put the chairs in rows without
regard for their original row and seat number.
Next came dinner, and I had to help interpret for a
German attendee (who in retrospect may have been Angela
Merkel with dark hair) who had taken two appetizers and no
main course (which was allowed, but it meant that she
didn't get a main course). I got stuck translating the word
"dessert" but I guessed.
When I woke up, I looked up the word,
and it turns out that dream-me had guessed correctly.
So I can speak German better in my dreams than in real life.