in which there is the Room of Bad Ideas.
i dreamed i followed a small band of acquaintences - i think Merlyn from the singing group Merry Mischief was one of them - into a medieval-looking hut/store. the shelves inside were crammed with knick-knacks of all flavors: picture frames (with pictures in them), toys, mugs... if it had ever been built, bought, and given to someone as a gift, it was in there. the other travelers disappeared into the library-esque stacks of shelves. i found myself idly picking things up, thinking about it, then putting them down again.
i turned a corner to find an open space, with a sort of cashier's desk in the center. a man popped up and inquired if he could help me/what i'd come for. i replied that i wasn't sure why i was there, nor if i needed help. he was wearing a combination of peasant clothing and robes, and he struck me as being both a monk and a carnie. this impression was reinforced when he picked up a set of six blood-red dice and rolled them down the table, saying something like "Let's consult the dice, and see what they tell us of the bad ideas you should leave here."
i suddenly realized that every knick-knack in the place was the physical manifestation of a Bad Idea, thought, or memory, that people had discarded as being no longer beneficial or needed. no wonder it felt like a Good Will, i thought. i realized that i'd come close to picking up some of other people's Bad Ideas, and i blinked at the close call. but the monk was still peering at me as if the dice had told him nothing, and i said "Well, I don't know what to leave. Why don't I just form the intention to leave everything that isn't to the Highest Good?"
suddenly loud, blaring alarms went off all around me, and the monk began gesticulating wildly, shushing me for all he was worth, doing everything but actually touching me and closing my lips. i blinked at him as he cried out "NOOOOooooo! You can't leave a Good Idea like that here!"
i woke up then, amused... but also thoughtful.