Sweet Dreams

By Leslie Sheridan

WHAT DO YOUR DREAMS TELL YOU?

Rosie Mahoney wakes up from a nightmare involving her best friend, and then her friend dies shortly after they graduate high school. Did she make it happen? Rosie starts to question what happens to us when we die. She decides not to go to college and leaves her family in Massachusetts, to visit her grandmother in New Mexico. The 1980s are underway, and getting far away from home is what she needs for a change. Her grandmother can give her strength and answers. Rosies grandmother opens up her eyes to what may be happening and becomes her first spiritual teacher and ally. Her grandmother tells Rosie that her dreams are precognitive, and that weve all been here before. While shes not entirely sure of this new-age idea of reincarnation, shes not against it either. And then another dream sends her back home to Massachusetts and then New York City.

New York City breathes new life into Rosie, who meets a new friend, Pamela. But more dreams and life changes are in store for Rosie. The saying, When the student is ready, the teacher will appear, that Rosie first heard from her grandmother, now applies to the next teacher on her spiritual journey, Frankie. Frankie is a former dancer who began his spiritual journey years before Rosie and knows its fate that they met each other. The universe brings her the answers she is seeking through her dreams, experiences, and her friendship with Frankie.

Rosies dreams are woven through this inspirational story and give her clues to where our souls go, where our loved ones are when they die, and where our souls have been before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Aug 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781452519678

Leslie Sheridan

Leslie Sheridan wrote investigative journalism pieces for her college newspaper and writes about spirituality on her blog, lesliesheridan.wordpress.com. She began her spiritual journey twenty years ago. Leslie currently resides in upstate New York with her two children.

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Balboa Press rev. date: 08/12/2014

Contents

First Inklings - 1977

Janie

Grandma Shirley

The Afghan

Starting Over

Frankie

The Visitation

Signs – 1996

For Chloe and Ian:

Thank you for choosing me to be your mom for your soul’s journey

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Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.

~Rumi

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First Inklings - 1977

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I was fourteen years old when I awoke in the middle of the night with the radio on. Whenever I had difficulty sleeping, I would leave the radio on for company. That night I was listening to WBCN, a rock radio station in Boston. Growing up I loved listening to rock music. It just made me feel good and transported me to another realm away from the pressures of high school and the general anxiety teenagers felt. Anyway, that night I was having trouble sleeping and the radio provided the background music to the thoughts that kept me from falling back to sleep. As I lay in my bed tossing and turning I looked out my bedroom window on that starry night and wondered: What happens to us when we die?

My parents were both raised catholic (my mother was Italian and my dad Irish), but brought my brother, Brian and me up Episcopalian. We were both baptized in the Episcopal Church, took communion and read from the Book of Common Prayer each Sunday and attended Sunday school. It was in church that I learned we all have souls inside of us and when we die our souls leave our bodies. How they did that I didn’t know, but they did. I understood that they went up to heaven, in the sky, but I was confused. I was thinking of the logistics of every human being who ever lived and died from the cave men and the ancient Egyptians – who to my teenage knowledge were the earliest humans on earth - to that night and the poor souls who would die in the future. How would all those souls fit in the sky? Wouldn’t it get crowded? It was then that I imagined myself dying and my soul floating up to heaven with the other souls packed side by side and one on top of another like books on a library shelf that went on forever.

And I gleaned from those church sermons that if we don’t get saved, we would go to hell. I expressed this concern to my parents, so then my brother Brian would taunt me on the Sundays when I didn’t want to go to church. He would say, If you don’t go to Church today, Rosie, you’re gonna go to hell. I envisioned a frightening place at the core of the earth with red hot flames and deep, dark inescapable caves. Then my logical side spoke up. Really? I thought, could there actually be a place worse than living on earth with war, poverty, people abusing others and themselves, murders, animals being tortured, starvation and hatred.

That year Jimmy Carter was president; the beginning of an epic classic, Star Wars flew into theatres; the punk rock group, The Sex Pistols released their debut album; Atari