In a dream last night I was in an underground workshop/forge sitting at a workbench trying to figure out a rock that I was holding. It was about the size of a volleyball. After a while of me looking at it stupidly a man came over and gave me two smaller pieces saying that he thought they might go with the one I had. I took one of the pieces and brought it close to the rock to see if it fit somewhere on it, but as I did numbers lit up on the piece. They were the numbers of a clock. It wasn’t a normal clock, but it was definitely counting something. The other piece showed a bunch of different information. I felt the information was ominous, but didn’t understand anything about it.