The Pillar Dream.

I am looking from a high hill of loose dirt and grass over a large horizon, at another large hill facing mine, far away. There is a smoking water tower or some large structure on this hill. I look down the hill i am on, and it stops about 10 feet down the incline and opens up to an enormous endless pit, with some perfectly straight square prism pillars made of dirt at some areas, most of them closest to the end of the incline on my hill. I notice my dad, wearing his boot he used to wear when he had 9 toes. He is sliding down the incline steadily, also stepping, the loose dirt falling apart under him. I know i need to get him somewhere, i need to. Our lives depend on it. I follow him carefully down, and we make it to the first pillar together. We're steady. He takes a large spontaneous step over a gap onto the next pillar. This causes me to panic and make a jump. When i jump onto his pillar, we both lose our balance and fall off, quickly and deeply.