The Dream That Saved Me

just a blog, about a dream i had last night.

it all started with a letter i wrote, to a certain someone i had never expected to be in my dreams; we'll just call him the Monster, although i know now that he is not one. the letter went a little something like this:
Dear Monster,
you must have assumed that i hate you, but you have assumed incorrectly. i admire you, and everything that you seem to be. you are unique, and although i only know you as your mortal enemy, i will no longer consider you evil. i hope that you can reconsider what you think of me as well.
sincerely, the Squid.
and that one is me, i am the Squid.
as soon as the letter hit the post box, time jolted forward. Squid was in a new room, but in the dream it was familiar to him, the house of a Friend, and he will be known as Friend. there were couches, and laptops, and music playing all around. Squid, Monster, Friend, are all talking as two new people enter the room. the Wolf and the Writer. Writer greets Squid and Friend with a skeptical shaking of her finger, and Wolf and Monster greet with a heavy and long embrace. in the dream this does not hurt Squid, this makes him smile. Monster begins to speak, stating that he will dye his hair blue to signify the love he had almost lost, and to show that he is a new person because of the friends he has gained. Wolf replies that she will dye her hair red, in honor of the one who helped her through her darker times, in honor of the friend (not Friend friend, just friend) that came back like he promised he would. and Squid decides to cut his hair, in honor of the man who would fight, not for the country but to find himself. Friend and Writer agree to do the alterations, and give a lot of hugs.
as the dream proceeds, everyone moves into different bathrooms and begin to alter the way they appear, a pact between friends. once, they had separately been lovers. but in the dream, they were closest of friends.
this is the way things are meant to be. when people try to change the course of the rolling earth, they may find themselves crushed by it.  i do not know what will happen next, or if anything will happen at all. i can only promise that i will be happy with it.
i do not know if you are angry with me, or if you are sad that i am gone. i do not know if you are happy again, or if you miss what could have happened. i am unsure as to what you say behind my back, or what you whisper before you fall asleep. but i know that if you really do care about me, our friendship won't die. i know that i will miss you.