I dreamed last night that I was handling and hand-crafting lightening bolts. Almost as a scene from Greek mythology. The place was semi-dark and filled with fog and of predominantly dark blue hues. I remember I was trying to be very careful with how I would handle the lightening or what would follow were mild shocks that were unpleasant and startling but did me no harm. The fog was interfering with me seeing the bolts clearly, even though they had a distinct glow, and I accidentally dropped one. As I reached out to find it, it sunk through the floor and I remember feeling worried about where it might fall. Don't remember the rest of the dream, there was more to it but my memory is too hazy now.