Building my new house

Last night I dreamt I was building a new house - a tall, open house of glass windows, filled with light and surrounded by a primeval forest.  It was a beautiful house, filled with close family members and friends - mostly new friends, but a few very old friends from my distant past were there, too - helping me to build it.  We were all singing and laughing and just enjoying being together, creating this beautiful place.  I looked out one of the higher windows and saw an old (former) friend trying to get in with a bottle of Akvavit.  I couldn't reach him and he couldn't reach me, yet I kept trying to explain to him through the windows that I couldn't have him come in, bearing meaningless gifts and dirtying up my new house with his negativity and making me feel less than I am.