A tale for Samhain

I'll tell you a tale for Samhain
A tale that's rarely been told
A scarey tale, a faery tale
concerning a creature of old

Now if that has wet your appetite let us begin.
Many years ago when the moggie first started being involved with the pagan side I used to do a lot of work involving nature. This particular day I had moored my narrowboat in a deserted place on the canal I lived on. No other boats around just mine. The arm as it was called led onto a little bit of a wood with old trees in it, that eventually led onto a path to a caravan park. It was Samhain October 31st. I had gone to bed quite late but was sober. I had the most strangest of dreams if that was what it was.
I was led from the boat within the woodland, many twists and turns and far larger than it was in daytime. I remember being caught on a bramble which snagged my arm. After a long journey I came to a clearing and within this clearing were all manner of creatures fantastical and real. There was a huge bonfire and all were dancing around it, I joined them and had a great time. There was such a joyous feel to the night. When dawn started to lighten the sky someone came to lead me home. I went reluctantly but with the knowledge I had experienced something out of this world.
So what you might think. If I tell you that when I awoke the next morning I had a bramble scratch on my arm in the same position as in the dream and that there was an oak leaf and an acorn on the side of the bed.