Plotter's Nightmare

Supposedly I am rewriting a draft I started a year ago and stopped when the plot hit a brick wall. Much of that draft is interesting. The main plot line is good. The brick wall now has a door in it.
The nightmare?
I like to write a draft freely with only a list of bullet point plot points. The plotter outline is swirling in the brain flowing through currents, eddies and backwaters carrying my draft along.
This time the bullet points are pages of writing. Events, people, dialog form dams blocking my new draft leaving me treading water. Even though the new draft begins months earlier with new events setting the action up and blowing it into being, my mind trips over those pages of words.
I am a plotter at heart. Those pages are security. Somehow they must work into the new draft.
My first draft is a pantser paradise. This one has soured worse than curdled milk. I need to find the paradise part again, unspoiled.
The solution?
Somehow I must close all those pages. The outline must return to bullet points. Then a good night's sleep may open up my pantser draft paradise again and the new draft will make the fingers fly once more.