A remembered dream startled me as I walked through mushy piles of decomposing leaves today.

Just a fragment of the dream was seen, a piece out of sorts, sticking out from all else, catching me with the light of something different.  I had to see, what's that, and turned my mind's thoughts on it.  

Moments of a dream, or maybe two, splashed and receded, shaping and re-shaping sounds and images.  A piece crystallized.  I saw myelf in someplace dark. Though that part is sharp, something else was happening that escapes my grasp.  I remember thinking in that moment of the dream that I was puzzled.  

Without warning, a blue light, shades lighter than navy blue, illuminated me.  It wasn't from above me but sort of emanating from me while bathing me.  I saw it from the perspectives of looking out and also looking at myself.  

I thought, it's a healing light.

That thought and image stayed with me as I walked through the freezing fog this morning, that a blue healing light had visited me as I slept and dreamed.

Nothing else is remembered.