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, "Don't be afraid. Walk, and move, this time, as if you are My daughter," (meaning, how I used to be afraid of certain consequences of my actions because I felt I was afraid God would not be with me - well this felt like He was telling me to be brave when I make bold moves for Him. Because I remember when I used to work for the previous hospital, although I held my ground and felt like I warred with them for years especially during covid, especially while trying to keep my job to keep my family together, sometimes I felt I allowed myself to be slighted.) . I heard God say this to me in the Spirit, as in the lobby of this building, I was climbing a short set of stairs to an upper level part of the lobby (I was wearing a below-knee-length skirt the way I used to when I was a secretary at that old hospital, when I was practicing God's Word actively by eating kosher and dressing more feminine and keeping the sabbaths; I was also wearing knee-high compression socks the way I always did back then, and more of a closed back shoe than the open-back ones I wear now).