I dreamed I was in a tall, rectangular tower with two other people (unknown to me now, but I believe they were older than I, one perhaps my mother), and I knew that at the very top of the tower was a collection of gargoyles, grotesqueries, and occult books.   I assumed that we would float up to the top, but in the blink of an eye we were somehow already standing up there.  There were shelves on the walls, full of grotesque statuettes (some carved, some plush), and the very sight of them filled me with tremendous bliss.  I even remarked to my companions that I was experiencing total bliss just witnessing these shelves.  They were blissful as well.  It wasn't a kind of giddiness, because none of us were laughing, but I was certainly all smiles.  I was experiencing pure contentment and the feeling that all was perfect, and I wanted nothing more in the world than to keep gazing on these superficially ugly objects.

As H.P. Blavatsky wrote, "According to the Gnostics, the two principles of Good and Evil are immutable Light and Shadow, good and evil being virtually one and having existed through all eternity, as they will ever continue to exist so long as there are manifested worlds.  Were it light alone, inactive and absolute, the human mind could not appreciate it nor even realize it.  Shadow is that which enables light to manifest itself, and gives it objective reality.  Therefore shadow is not evil, but is the necessary and indispensable corollary which completes light or good: it is its creator on Earth."