A monumental rock we’re all perched on, and then God said “walk, move, this time as if you are My daughter”
I dreamt that it was nighttime, and there was a huge rock, oval in its shape, smooth in its texture (with the exception of grooves that were either carved in or naturally occurring to sit or stand on)...kind of like a huge monument; and that there were people perched within the crevices/edges of the rock (including myself) the way birds are perched on a tree. Some people just sat there, as if they were enjoying what seemed to be a manmade fountain nearby. Some people, like myself, were carving into the rock the story of their life. Their stories. My story. We were carving them into the rock with some kind of silver coin, a coin that had shine, a coin that didn't wear-out or degrade. Something about the energy of that coin, when we had finished writing our story, transferred or zapped into the rock. (It was a strange thing, a flicker, a moment.) And after I finished writing away, there was - I couldn't tell but seemed more of a woman than a man though very masculine energy - a woman with short hair perched there as well who I think must have asked me something about my coin as I was going away; she smiled and laughed innocently but for a moment she made me afraid when she asked me what she asked me. Maybe I startle easy from strangers, I don't know. In another scene, it's as if I’m working for a hospital I previously worked for again. It's daytime. I, and other coworkers (but people I don't know in waking life), are walking through a lobby kind of like how you do during orientation at work. It's as if there was the Spirit of God speaking to me, and He said…