Aisling Dream Interpretation

Iím Michael Sheridan. I hosted a Dream Interpretation radio show on KKNW in Seattle for 2 years. Iíve been teaching classes on dream interpretation for 25 years. I love it. In this blog, I talk about the larger picture that dreams are a vital part of.


Dupuytrens Contracture - Healed

Healing My Finger?

Dupuytren's Contracture

April 04, 2017

Sometime in 2003, I damaged the little finger on my left hand. At least, at the time, I thought I did. Over the course of about 3 years, my little finger closed over like it was gripping something invisible until it was flat against the palm of my hand. I couldnít open it by will power or by pulling on it! In December 2016, my friend and doctor told me it was time I got it fixed. Seizing the reigns, my daughter, Heidi, booked me in with a hand specialist.

I had researched what Iíd endure. I expected the doctor would operate to fix the issue, and I expected pain! However, when the doctor examined me, he explained that I had an hereditary condition called Dupuytren's contracture. I wasnít sure I believed him but if true, it meant I hadnít damaged my finger! That is unless you count picking parents with that gene! Operating on my hand was still an option, but he suggested trying a new treatment that involved injecting an enzyme (Xiaflex) into the affected spots on my hand and finger. In theory, the enzyme would dissolve the Dupuytrens tissue and not harm the tendons. If the tendon got damaged or the injection didnít work, heíd then do the operation. I debated, in my mind, the merits of going straight for the operation. It would cost me less and definitely work, but in the end, I opted for the injections.

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Who are you and why are you here?

Who Are You?

And Why Are You Here?

February 08, 2017

Note: This was my opening in a 90 minute talk given at Wisdom Soup Bellevue Meetup on February 7, 2017. Video of the event may follow.

Why are you here? I bet youíre confused about how to answer that question. Youíre wondering what I even mean by it. Sure, I should already know that you are here to listen to me talk about dreams. Yes. Iím going to do that. But we need a little context. Why do we dream in the first place? And to answer that question we need to ask the question, ďWhy are you here?Ē

Today, I want to talk about the larger picture that dreams are a vital, part of. And that is Your Purpose. If you traveled to an alien planet and a local asked you, ďWho are you and why are you here?Ē, your answer would include your skills, where you came from, what prompted the journey and what you hoped to gain or discover on your travels.

Iím from Dublin. I lived there all my life. I cycled across the city twice each school day. I knew where everything was but I didnít know the place. That only changed when my wifeís American relatives started visiting us in Dublin. They asked the questions I never asked. I had to research my own city to answer them and to find places of interest to bring them. They opened my eyes, or more accurately, they showed me that my eyes were shut to what was in front of me all my life. When I was 27 my eyes were opened even further.

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My Mother's Passing

What Happens When We Die

December 27, 2016

This is an account of what I witnessed during my mother's passing. It is one year ago today that my mother passed away. Living 4,500 miles away, I was lucky to have visited her three months earlier, in September. I hadn't seen her in four years at that point, and frankly, I was afraid she wouldn't be around by the time I could afford a trip home. She was her usual witty self. At 93, her body showed the signs of wear, but her mind was still strong Ė most of the time. As I said goodbye on my last visit before returning to Seattle she hugged me and said with sadness, ďI will never see you again Michael!Ē We both knew it could be true, but I didnít expect either of us to say it. I put on a brave face, but was choking up. The water works started as soon as I sat in my car.

In mid-December, I got a call from sister to say mom suffered a minor stroke and was recovering. A few days later my brother phoned to say she hadn't woken up since the stroke and the doctors were now saying she wouldnít make it. The doctors removed the drip she was on. They expected her to last 48 hours. It was removed on Friday the 18th and my ticket was for Monday 21st. My partner, Sandy, said not to worry because she wouldn't pass until after Christmas. Not receiving food or water, that seemed impossible. I kept consoling myself with the fact that I had seen her earlier in the year. The closer my plane got to Ireland the more panicked I was that sheíd pass before I got to see her. I rushed directly from the airport to the hospital.

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