The scene was an erupting volcano with hot lava, black ash and rocks spewing violently out of the top with rocks and boulders rolling down the mountain side. At the foot of the mountain was a field of black ash, rocks and boulders strewn all over. I could see that the rocks and boulders were pulsating as if alive. The black ash was heavily raining over the field. At a flat place on the mountain side, the devil had a large shovel and was throwing the ash over the field of boulders in an effort to cover them up. I had knowledge that if the rocks were buried completely they would die. However, several rocks were shaking off the ash to resist being covered up.
Suddenly, a Hand ( the Hand of God ) reached out of heaven and selected a rock, picked it up and took it across a desert. While crossing the desert, the Hand began chipping and shaping the rock with a rock hammer. In the distant horizon a beautiful walled city came into view. As the hand drew closer to the wall, there was a section that appeared to be under construction. When the hand arrived at the wall, the rock was completely shaped and was perfectly fitted into the wall.
I somehow knew that I was the stone in this dream. Sometime later, I found this in 1 Peter 2:5......" You also, as living stones, are built up a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.”