I'm still new to Mystic Board and haven't posted in this forum before so, hello to all

, I'm pleased to meet you.
Thought I'd fish for some opinions regarding a dream (actually I'm not even sure if it was a dream or something more) I had back in January. It had such an effect on me, I've never encountered anything like it. I tend to ramble so, I'm going to try and keep it short-ish. If you would like detail, please just ask.
I'm not a person who had ever given credence to the idea of angels, beyond them being pictures in a book. Now, I have to say that I think maybe I was wrong. (even just saying that has brought a tear to my eye, it's crazy)
Here's what happened...
I went to lie down and sleep and as soon as my head touched the pillow, and I mean literally, it was so fast that I almost felt it like a jolt, I was there. There was no background, except the colour red. And there, holding me and doing something to me, maybe fixing me, was Archangel Michael. I have no idea why I think it was Michael, but I just knew (both in my dream and then also upon waking the next day) that it was him. He was the very brightest white I have ever felt or seen, so white that I could feel that whiteness right through me. Although he held me I could his face and also , in profile, his wings. But he appeared to be made up of shapes (ie:each part of his wing, or the plains of his face) that were outlined in black like a stained glass window. And in the dream, I said to him "Thank you, thank you so much for letting me see you again" but I don't recall ever seeing him before. And I felt sure that he had been sent to me by someone. I know not who.
This all happened very fast. Amazingly, right after when I came to, I mentally acknowledged to myself what had happened but went straight to sleep. Now the next day is when it starts to get crazy. ..
For about two weeks especially, right after this happened, I feel like maybe it drove me a little over the edge because I kept wanting to sit and recall what happened in my mind and every time I did that, I was overcome with tears...I'd get this feeling from nowhere like a huge rising joy inside me, and this dumb surprise that so much joy could exist in one place, in one person and it moved me to tears to know it.
I really hope that one day I will understand what happened- even just to know it was a beautiful dream and nothing more. Any ideas, guys?
PS: I've said it before, I talk way too much. sorry for the long post.
Love to you
Peta