When I answered her phone call, Kim seemed distressed.
"Pat got a D.R.E.," she said.
"A D.R.E.?" I asked. "Do you mean a DUI?"
"No," she said. "A D.R.E."
"What's a D.R.E.?" I asked.
"Driving while eating marijuana," she said.
What, I thought, does one say to comfort a friend whose boyfriend was caught eating marijuana behind the wheel?
"It's ok," Kim said. "I told my mom about it and she said it's not a big deal. Everyone does that."
Then, I woke up.
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I originally documented this dream upon waking up on March 27, 2009.
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