Dreams – 3/10

3/10/25 #1:I was in a rolling wheat field and there was a storm to the southeast. It was white and black and there was lightning, but it wasn’t raining. It looked like it was acting like a tornado and sucking stuff up from the ground below. Everywhere other than where the storm was, it was very sunny and nice. The storm was unmoving, too. 3/10/25 #2: I was in my mom’s front room facing the east wall. I was with people and we were preparing to interrogate/torture a prisoner. Everyone was in white robes except me. I was in a blue robe. That was when the boss appeared through a secret door in the fireplace. He said we had a traitor among us and that person had a cross tattooed on their lower back. He demanded to look under everyone’s robes. He started with me and I was worried because I had no memory of ever getting a tattoo. He said, “Interesting,” and walked past me–and I realized he was William Windom, the actor from “The Doomsday Machine.”

3/10/24: I kept trying to get in and out of my Taurus-X but I couldn’t fit. The door wouldn’t open far enough and there was no head room. I was frustrated until I remembered that the Taurus-X was made by the same people who made the P-40 Warhawk and that the P-40 was built from ‘rolled steel’ which always had a ‘bump’ in the fuselage. Once I remembered this, I could fit in the car…I just had to tilt my neck.

3/10/23: I was at the end of a conference table, sitting with US Marine officers who insisted that they were “PRC” and kept chanting that.

3/10/22 #1: I was on vacation with Julie at my mom’s house. We were sleeping in my office there. From the dining room I heard Baron and Eric C. talking and Baron said something about me being wrong about World War One, so I yelled out that I was right and they needed to just read the plaque on the bathroom door and they needed to be quiet because it was after midnight. I listened for a response, didn’t understand what Eric said, so I went back to sleep.

3/10/22 #2: I was a fast-food place manager and it was 3rd shift. No employees showed so I asked the one remaining 2nd shift person (a teenage girl) if she could remain until the 2am rush was done. She said no because her parents wouldn’t believe she was working. I told her if she stayed, she could have overtime and the pay of the three people who weren’t there and showed her the 37 cents [I have no idea why I know it was 37 cents] in my pocket. She said that would be great but that she was supposed to get shown a Carvana conversion van out in the parking lot. I thought it was weird for that after midnight knowing there had been a string of teenage girls murdered in conversion vans but she wasn’t worried. A guy then came in wearing a 50s-era military coat, standing a foot taller than me. He gave me the name of his business and he was here to show a van. She saw the guy, gulped, and I said that was for me. The guy said “Gee whiz, that’s great,” and took me outside. The sliding door was open on the driver side. It was a pretty beat up van and I said that, making sure to go nowhere near it. The guy said I needed to say it in a whisper because he wasn’t the owner and the owner was always spying to hear compliments about his vehicle. Right then, the owner appeared from around the front of the van asking if I wanted to go for a ride. The guy in the jacket whispered to me and said “That’s a bad idea dude.”

3/10/14: Jim Dietz is just my alias. I was placed in a protection program when I was a kid from the Chinese triads for something I did/saw/knew, and now they know who I am and are sending an army of thugs to Sigel to get me.