Run over by the clue bus

So last night I dreamed I was living in a smallish apartment, rather like the one I had in the late 70s. I'd been painting or refinishing floors or something, and had moved most of the furniture out of the place. In particular, I'd removed and stored in the basement a big honkin' sideboard/buffet thing that, since there was no place to set it along a wall, I'd long had standing in between the living and dining space, as a sort of room divider. With it gone, the whole place looked much more spacious, larger and lighter and freer. I thought, "Gee, maybe I should just not bring it back." Then I thought "But isn't there all kinds of stuff in it that I need?" And then I realized--nah, it was just full of old dishes and miscellaneous crap that I never used. I could leave it all down in the basement, and go fetch anything from it I might want, but basically, I didn't need it in my space any more. And I felt this great relief, and just sat and revelled in how free and open and uncluttered everything was.

Heh. My subconscious, she is so gloriously unsubtle at times. Happy new year!