Last night I had a dream. I was in the Bronx, New York with my dad and Jenny. We were listening to Aly and Aj sing a new song of theirs though Aj never sang. After the song, Aly and Aj had to get away without their fans recognizing them. Aly dressed in all black lace that covered her head and part of her face. I recognized her though and watched her disappear into a graffitied apartment building. My dad went off to flirt with Aj along with many of the boys in the area. Jenny and I had to worm our way to the exit, which was only accessable by a ramp, which was on the other side of the room. Jenny disappeared with Madison and I was left in the doorway of the exit with two smokers and a brooding punk girl. A new friend I had made while in NY, a pudgy black boy, invited me to his house with his sister, a white, wispy girl with white hair. His father came with us. He was a small scrawny man with a stubbly beard. The black boy crept towards the building that Aly went into. He warned me that there was gangs and gun-men around and to obey his every command. Suddenly he made a break for the building but veered off to the row of parked cars next to it. We all followed. We hid beside a dark blue car and the boy told us to, when he said ‘go’, to run around the car to the next one. He whispered ‘GO’ and his sister ran around the car. He watched to see that she got there safely and then told me to run. I did so and he appeared beside me on the other side. I started to ask him why we had  to do all this but he hurriedly shushed me. I shut up at once and looked at what he was pointing at; a sentry was stationed on the corner of a block next to our row of cars. I watched him from beneath the car and he caught sight of me. I gasped as he fired his gun at me; hovering black bullets zoomed towards me under the car, trailing pink smoke. I dodged them with a thought fixed firmly in me mind, do not get hit. Behind me, an Arab boy my age was trying to sell me cocaine, weed and other drugs, a crazed gleam in his eye. I declined frantically, panicking. The black boy told me to make a break for the door of the building at his lead. He waited a second, and then followed his father in a race for the door. The sentry was shooting at us when I heard the father scream, ‘HE’S GOT A 24 BIT!!’ Hearing footsteps behind me, I saw the Arab drug dealer holding his sign with the drugs taped on it. The sister of the black boy screeched, ‘HE PROBABLY HAS COCAINE!’  The Arab boy chanted, ‘Take some! Take some! Take some!’ I screamed in terror and saw my guides vanish through a small door, exiting the lobby we were in. I plunged after them and found that only the upper half of my body could fit through it. I shrieked as I saw the boy coming ever closer holding his drugs high, chanting. I looked forward and saw  the black boy lying on the doormat of a door in front of a limousine door, fighting off one of the tires with a scimitar. He yelled ‘DON’T LET IT INTO YOUR BLOODSTREAM!’ I looked behind me and saw the Arab boy at my ankle, I struggled to get my ankles out of his grasp but I was still stuck in the door. The boy pulled out his penknife and cut my ankle. He rubbed his cocaine stick on my cut. Into my blood. I screamed, ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…