Heavy Storms

  I personally do not have very many dreams I can remember in the morning, so when I do remember I feel as though I'm trying to tell myself something. Like they have a meaning to them. Because of this train of thought, I can always find an explanation. For example, the last overly vivid dream I had was when I was watching from above or inside this guy(i didn't know) who had some connection with law enforcement. He was in this dark, abandoned looking room with two crack addicts, and they asked him if he wanted to sniff. The girl offered her hand out in front of her toward him. He of course said no thank you. She pulled in her arm from her sleeve, but the sleeve continued to stay out in front of her, shaking, while she sniffed with her hand in her clothes at the neck of her shirt. He somehow knew she was going to implode from her torso, so he quickly took cover. I witnessed her torso explode and she was still alive. He realized he was in danger and tried getting out and ran toward the main like area where he would see the exit. He stopped. The basement door to his right, a long corridor to his left, and a main entrance where the door and window were boarded up with a speck of light peeking through the cracks. He panicked, but realized he wasn't going anywhere, and turned around to find the whole pack of zombie-like crack addicts (including the girl who exploded) behind him, waiting. They wanted to force him to do drugs. Then I had one of those sit up to wake up sorta of wake ups. I was shaking, hyperventilating, and scared for my life. I couldn't close my eyes or I would see the boarded up door and windows.
  The next day, I was thinking over my dream. I realized how dumb it was to be so terrified over, so I thought about why it made me so scared. After a while, I made the connection. My best friend(BroZone Guy) and I were talking about how we feel about drugs. I told him my worry of feeling left behind when/if my friends all try weed together. I'm very "pure." I'm not really interested in smoking weed, or trying any drugs, and I'm not so interested in illegally drinking as a minor, and I don't want to be interested. I can honestly wait til I'm of legal age, or at least out of high school. The only problem is that I have realized none of my friends can help me through this peer pressure I have to go through. No one my age can tell me that they are right there with me, resisting too. So while talking to BroZone Guy, I realized he actually feels the same about drugs and alcohol the same way I do. He reassured me that he will always be here to talk to about anything and everything, especially when I feel pressured because he will stop me from doing anything I will regret and take some of that peer pressure away. I feel like he's the only who really understands how much pressure I'm under sometimes, and how terrified I am to go through it alone, which ties into my dream.
  The guy is alone in a crack house, and I feel like I'm dealing with peer pressure alone. The zombie like crack addicts are supposed to be my friends. Sometimes I feel trapped, and one day I will be close to giving in. I feel like my friends are forcing me to do this, even though I know they aren't. They really don't care that I choose not to do those things. I was so terrified of my dream because I'm scared to be put in a situation with a lot of peer pressure and I won't have BroZone with me to make me feel less on my own. I'm just honestly horrified if I ever have to go against (what seems like) the rest of the world all by myself. I just don't know if I will have enough self confidence and motivation to say what I'm doing is right for me, if its really what I want.

The storm always seems more bearable with someone enduring it with you.