Dream Journal
I was in a dungeon made of stone walls with my coworkers. We were attempting to have a staff meeting when a woman at one end of the table was struck with lightning.
She stood up and tried to serve the rest of us from a tray, but she was struck with lightning again. She wore a long, dark brown robe that looked like it came from Biblical times.
She kept trying to go about her business but the lightning kept hitting her. Each time it did she would light up a brilliant white. One of the men got up to try and shield her from it, but they and I were hit by one last large bolt, transporting us into a room all by ourselves.