Author: Denise

(Saturday, July 11, 2026) waning crescent moon Gemini

On Monday evening, when our Dreamsters team worked on my dream, Nevuah brought up Cullan’s name as Ó Cuilinn,”The Holly Tree.” Cullen is an Irish name of Gaelic origin with several meanings: “holly tree,” “young hound,” or “handsome one.” Ó Cuileáin is another interpretation, the descendant of Cuileán. Cuileán translates to “wolf cub” or “young hound” and is associated with strength, loyalty and vitality. The name Cullen is very common in County Cork, the land my Sheehan ancestors came from.

Nevuah also responded to a short dream Peter shared. She pointed out that the names of two of his dream characters had first-name-last-name features. Cullan does too. Cullen can be a first name or last name, and Luther can be a first name or last name. I purposefully made that naming choice for my son many years ago. Back then, I thought Cullen meant “beautiful boy.” Wyn Luther, my grandson, is a first-name-last-name child.

Holly tree: revered for protective and enduring qualities, often linked to ancient Celtic rituals where the holly was used to ward off evil spirits.

(Friday, July 10, 2026) waning crescent moon Taurus

Dad is driving a car. Mom is in the front seat. I am in the seat behind my father. He is traveling on a remote highway, in the country. A road made of sand appears at a ninety-degree angle and Dad turns off the tar road, onto the rough sand, heading toward a forest. He is going way too fast, and both my mother and I yell “Stop! Stop!” He almost hits a huge, old tree-stump, but steps on the brakes just in time. Then backs up. The sandy pathway has a turn, another ninety-degree angle (parallel to the highway), and he continues to drive backwards along the bumpy road. Too fast again, causing lots of panic for my Mom and for me.

The dream transitions. My father is dead, I weep. I have the sensation that Chris is also dead.

Day notes:

I went to Cambridge today to help Mom with her chores. I ended up driving their van to the post office so she could mail his death certificate. It felt very sad to see all of the things Dad had left behind at their house.

There is a sandy, curved country road in the cemetery where my Dad is buried.

Cullan and I both worry about Chris’ driving. My siblings and I tried to talk my mother into getting their GP to stop our Dad from driving near the end of his life.

(Monday, June 29, 2026) full moon Capricorn

Snowball woke me up at four a.m. during the end of a very detailed, beautiful dream. Lucid.

In the dream I am sleeping in a space that feels like a family room in a hospital or clinic. I wake up sensing a guide I never see in the dream but who has conversations with me and is always by my side. A spirit. Not sure if it identifies with gender, but it feels feminine to me.

When I wake up in the dream I see a small infant blanket on the floor under a window. We know that a young man, Cullan, is the new father of a baby boy. My guide and I leave the building and head toward Cullan’s home.

It is dark outside, without sunshine. We walk along a street on a neighborhood parkway that is grassy and pleasant. Gardeners have sown the lawn and planted bushes along the edges. After many, many blocks the parkway shifts downhill. The flowery bushes are gone and old ones that were planted generations ago appear, full of leafless, woody branches. A time change?

My guide and and I realize we are getting closer to Cullan’s house, a mansion created by his parents. We turn at the bottom of the park, now walking on the far side, back up the hill, arriving at the driveway where Cullan is standing. Waiting for us.

The drive is spectacular. It is covered in an organic, woolen carpet, not cement or brick. There is a tall white-stone arc sculpted with a heart-shaped pattern at the very top. I tell Cullan this is about love for him. In the dream I am amazed at the exquisite, structural precision.

The huge upper-level bedroom where Cullan’s mother still lives is open and visible from the driveway where we are gathered together. This single room is larger than my waking-world Rustic Lodge house, and the ceiling is at least twenty-feet high. I walk up some stairs to inspect mama’s room of sleep and relaxation. And the second story.

The sensation of the tremendous wealth and fantastic decor of the “castle” is the main emotion of this dream, creativity inspired by love: gifts for Cullan and his son.

In the dream Cullan is a little sad, even though he is fully provided with generous, millionaire income and an expansive family home with astonishing art and architecture. No risk of poverty. Am I not his mother in this dream? Just a guide? I do wonder if this has a past-life element.

Day notes:

A construction manager from Castle Building & Remodeling is coming this week to give us an estimate for the basement.

The giant house feels a lot like the enormous mansions at Lake of the Isles, where I often bike.

Today is the Capricorn full moon, and Cullan is a Capricorn.

A vibe of the bedroom reminds me of my childhood friend Nicki’s parents’ house, designed by a gifted architect and filled with gorgeous furniture that her aunt, who was a nun, found all over the world in her travels.