This happening occurred three months after my wife’s passing.
The same bedroom, same bed. I had awakened in the early hours of the morning.
As I lay there looking at the chest of drawers with my right cheek on the pillow, a bright bolt of light flashed down from the ceiling. It consisted of many bright colours. It flashed down straight at the left hand of my face and stopped short of hitting me, it then started receding away but as it did so it started to change it’s brightness into a dark grey colour. As it moved away further, about a couple of feet it snapped off from the bright bolt of coloured light and turned horizontal, moving rapidly away in an upward direction. I shot up in bed and tried to grab it but it moved so fast that it was gone before I could reach it.