I'm standing in the doorway of a building, looking up at the sky. A storm is gathering. Lightning strikes, and the thunder claps right after, so I know it's close. I call my daughter over to me, and we stand watching the lightning. It strikes frequently, moving closer and closer. There's a man (don't know who he is) in the field between where we are and a large house. I keep yelling to him that he needs to come inside, but he ignores me and keeps walking around. Lighting strikes the roof of the house across the field from us, and a small fire starts. It doesn't keep burning. Finally, the man takes me seriously and starts heading our way. The lightning strikes closer several times, hitting the ground all around, but doesn't hit him. I wake up before he reaches me.