In my dreams, right? Exactly!
Of course, dreams are funny, and the draw wasn't exactly according to Hoyle. I had White and think it was in one of the big Swiss events that take place in Las Vegas every year. The opening may have been an Accelerated Dragon, and at some point in the early middlegame, roughly around move 22 or so, I played the move b3-b4, gaining space in the Maroczy Bind structure and perhaps preparing an eventual c4-c5 pawn break.
Big Vlad was a resourceful player - he wasn't world champion for nothing! - and came up with a move I hadn't foreseen: 22...b4-b3!! I looked up with some sort of amused and confused expression, I think only half aware in my dream that this was simply against the rules, and Kramnik looked up with a laughing smile that sort of recognized that something unusual and funny had just happened...but not something illegal.
I think I played b4 again, and while we drew very quickly I'm not sure that it was by a repetition. There was some other weird going-on first, as one of the players on the board next to us was unhappy with the physical characteristics of his rooks, so he switched his rooks with Kramnik's. At some moment Kramnik offered me a draw, and although I stood better and was considering what had to be the key move, I was doubly distracted. First, by the guy on the neighboring board who was complaining about his rooks, and secondly by the fact that I could now draw with Vladimir Kramnik! Unfortunately, point #2 trumped everything else, and I took the draw.
After the game Kramnik didn't go so far as to say that the critical move won, but seemed to acknowledge or at least assumed as obvious that I had an advantage. He did suggest that I should have been able to work out the details of this critical move, and I pleaded distraction (not mentioning the bigger impetus, of course) as the conversation finished.
What next? Well, if you're Magnus Carlsen or Viswanathan Anand you're not going to excitedly tell all your friends you drew with Vladimir Kramnik, but if you're a bit further down the food chain, like me, it would be awfully hard not to. A couple of local (Las Vegas) friends (one I've known for more than 35 years) were right there when I had finished the quick chat with Kramnik, so I didn't think I'd have to mention anything - they could hardly have missed seeing and hearing everything for themselves. So I eagerly awaited their pats on the back and the rest, but their congratulations weren't forthcoming. Instead, they were discussing the success of some other local player in a lower section. Gee, thanks, guys! Maybe my subconscious was punishing me for wimping out with the draw, or for wanting to brag?
I'm sure you guys have some better chess dream stories than this; if so (as long as they're clean!) write away!