I had the weirdest dream last night while camping. I was walking through a part of a city that was not good – run down, but very busy with illicit activities. there was a lot of drug dealing and using going on, and i distinctly remember feeling very fearful, that I needed to keep moving, not piss anyone off, because these people were angry, suspicious, probably tweaking, and could easily kill me at the slightest provocation. I take the side door into what appears to be a restaraunt or hotel lobby, with the intention of heading out the front door. As I step out of the front door into the antechamber that leads to the street, I see someone about to step into the chamber, and it’s someone I know, an ex addict. He’s looking the other way down the street and I can see sores on his skin, and I feel a part of me inside cringe, knowing he’s using again. I brush past before he sees me and vanish out into the street.