go up the mountain

[spiritledd]

i saw dad taking cow poop off of the road, and turning it into octagon shaped bricks ...but longer on one side, so like rectangle, with corners taken off ...they were a glow in the dark shade of green (pale green) like color of glow in the dark plastic frisbee ...it made me think of "wax eggs" in the vision ...then i met a gal, and she hugged me for a really long time, and would not let go ...she asked me to go up the mountain, where there was a crack running down it from top to bottom, like a wash, but it was solid rock, color of basalt, and bare, no trees ...i asked dad if the horses were too old to make up the mountain i said that gal hugged me and would not let go ...dad said they are right behind us ...i did not know gal and her mom was listening ...they were in florescent green tank tops working in the shop ...he said no