There are a couple of men who are in Russia. They could be American-just not Russian. They are at the airport and they want to fly home. They need to dress up. One of the men has to cut off his beard. If they didn’t dress up, they would have to travel overland 2000 miles to fly out of another airport.
6/17/26 Murder of a man and his wife by a singer
The murder takes place in a bedroom. I know about the murder. However, when others and I get back to the house/bedroom all the blood is cleaned up. I see a small spot of blood on a blow up mattress that people notice.
The scene is where the man starts towards the gunman and is shot multiple times. Then the pregnant wife is shot. The mess is cleaned up very fast. A coverup.
The murders are being kept secret from someone(s). The someone owns the house. One of the killers is a singer who turns into an insect and flies around.
Day Notes: My sister and brother-in-law are coming into town today. I worked hard cleaning the house as well as washing the windows the previous weekend. I asked for the name of a cleaning person from a friend to help me do the major cleaning next time.
Safety And Beauty In Generational Numbers
(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.