Relationship With My Father

Little background about me, I am 16, just turned. And since about six months ago I have been dealing with the biggest struggles I've ever had in my life. About a year ago I was diagnosed with mild depression, not a big deal then. Then in about August of 2012, I began to separate myself from my family, mostly my dad. I've always been close to my mom, because she accepts me and as bad as this may sound, lets me make decisions for myself such as become a very active pot smoker, which most of this story is based off. She understands it isn't this terrible drug and as much as she wishes I wouldn't, she doesn't stop me. Anyways, I began pretty much living at friends houses. My dad had no clue about my life, he still thought I was this innocent kid of his that followed the law and listened to him. Eventually, he sort of realized what I was doing, not sure how. He then drug tested me one day by surprise and I failed. By the way, he is a die hard anti-marijuana. He falls into all the bullshit the government puts into your head about marijuana and thinks it just about kills you. So even though I tried explaining it to him and tried to get him to accept it, he didn't. And don't think I have no self control and I'm just a lazy pothead. It honestly helps me with my depression and social anxiety as well as just helping me out with daily life. So I tried distancing myself from him a bit to let him cool down and hopefully accept it. Instead, he took it a bit further after discovering some paraphernalia in my bag as well as a few stolen items from about a year prior that I had stolen because I was just dumb at the time. I had completely forgotten about them and already learned my lesson, never stole anything again. He turned me in to the police, I racked up about five felonies in total. I eventually talked them all down to misdemeanors as a one time free pass. At this point, my depression was out of control, I have too much self respect to cut and such, but I was just at rock bottom. And as a result of all this, he now drug tests me monthly so I somewhat slowed down to pass tests. It is about three months since that happened and I haven't really stopped smoking, I honestly just don't believe in what he is trying to do, and neither does my mother. Not only does he pretty much try to control my life when I am at his house, but tries to get involved in EVERY little thing I do in my life. I have just about become his bitch. Anyways, now onto the dream, which I think has something to do with all this..

It began with me arriving at a friends house in his car that he had sent me with to pickup some booze, a bong, and shit. Not sure why he sent me, I don't have my license or anything, and the only person home was his sister. She helped me find the stuff and I put it in a backpack. I then walked into the kitchen to get some food and realized my family was in there. Why? I don't know, it didn't even really process in my head that they were there. I asked my dad for a ride and he agreed but then I realized I had the car and said nevermind. I then went into the bathroom and pissed and came out to realize him holding my phone reading through it, I must have dropped it. He found out exactly what I was doing and began screaming at me. Immediately took me to Walgreens to get a drug test. He went in and came out with the cup and told me to pee into it, I knew I was going to fail so I just started fighting with him. We were yelling back and forth, I was telling him he is an asshole, never listens to my opinions (which is actually true), and that I don't want him in my life anymore. All of a sudden, he just gets in his truck, rolls down the window, and VERY VERY calmly, almost scary calm like a prophet, just says, "Well, I'm gone then. Hopefully one day you will find me again and you will love me." Then just drives off. I am just completely shocked, I call up my friend, explain everything to him and tell him to come get me and that is where it ends.

Please help me understand if this means something. I don't know if by one day he meant a week, a month, a year, or decades. It has me really worried, because as much as I do not like what my father is doing right now, I love the shit out of him. He always just wants to hangout with me more like friends rather than him being the powerful adult. When I used to drive around with him for his job, we would always spot out hot chicks and it was a great time, some of my most cherished family memories are with him. I really would like help trying to figure this out, maybe it doesn't mean anything at all.

Any questions are welcome, I'll help as much as I can to get this figured out.