I don't smoke pot. I don't smoke at all, actually. In this dream though...
I was at work, at the Foreign Language Lab in my University. For some reason I was smoking from one of those awesomely beautiful blown glass pipes, and just as I took the first drag...the head of the French department walked into the Lab. She is an intimidating French woman. She didn't see what I was doing, and I was able to hide in the back storage room, but she somehow figured out what I was doing and who was doing it at a later point.
Then it was required of me that I take a drug test.
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