Pieces of a whole

I had dreams last night there were more to it than what I can remember, but what I remember is this I was stranded somewhere trying to get home trying to fly home and for whatever reason I was not flying so I was in a car and it was like nine or 10 o’clock at night late late and the sun should’ve been fully set dark full. Dark should’ve been full dark, but it was not it was still light peeking above the horizon I drove and I drove. I drove down a row of houses that reminded me of the two story in one story, concrete block, and concrete roof houses that were on Kwajalein. And in the distance, I saw a hill and the hill looked pixelated. Everything else was in vivid vibrant colors the sun if I looked to the horizon, I could see the purples in the reds, and the hill was green, and there was a tree on it and a rock so I drove and I drove. I drove up the hill and on top of the hill was a rock and when I touched the rock. It told me a story before I touched it. I looked at the rock and it looked like an animal laying on a rock. Now when I touched it, it told me a story and the Rock used to stand up and when the rock stood up, the people would come to this rock, and there was a gorilla a stone gorilla. Lived in symbiosis and people would come and they would make offerings on the Rock whatever they had wasn’t big didn’t have to be. It just had to be from the HART and in return the gorilla kept the people in harmony the people eventually. The rock it was a gradual shift from coming to the Rock to not coming to the rock, and when the last person came to the Rock, the gorilla became part of the rock and the offering stone fell over on its side and the gorilla laid on top of the offering stone and that is all I can remember of the dream was just that part of it