My Dreams are Amazing

Yes... Yet another post about yet another one of my dreams. This was truly amazing, creepy, and funny all at once.

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So, the dream starts off and I was in a warehouse of sorts. I was playing some kind of weird paintballesque shooting game with a couple of people (one of whom was Karl Urban), except there were no guns to speak of. We were all doing a shooty fingers type thing with our hands. At one point, I got Karl Urban in his left arm, and it actually did damage. He fell to the floor, and I walked over to him, put my hand on his arm, my eyes glowed blue for a second, and he was healed. As he sat up, he kissed me. I helped him up and we got back to the odd shooting game.

At one point, I turned a corner and saw some random guy and tried to shoot him the same way I had been shooting at everyone else. It didn't work and he looked at me like I was crazy. He pulled out a real gun and I made a break for it. My group (Karl Urban included) and myself all started running away, and we ran into this room that looked a little like an apartment with only one room. For some reason, Ellen Degeneres was there standing behind a microphone. There was a drum set behind her. She looked at us like she was wondering what we were all doing there. I ran behind her to hide as a bunch of what looked like super soldiers in high-tech black armored suits stormed in. I slowly took out my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. Liam Neeson answered on the other end, and I'm assuming it was his character from Taken because I told him that his daughter was with us. I said, very clearly, to him, "Call in S.W.A.T., the National Guard, the Navy SEALS. Just send help!"

As I put my phone away, one of the super soldiers stepped out of the rest and went front and center. He pointed his gun at Ellen Degeneres, and I ran out, grabbed the gun, and tried to turn it on the soldier. One of the other super soldiers shot Ellen Degeneres in the head, and she dropped to the floor. This distracted me for a second, but I kept trying very hard to push the gun up to face my super soldier's head. I was trying, equally as hard, to get my finger to the trigger just in case I could do it. All the while, my group stayed over to the far right side, somehow hidden in shadows. I caught a couple of them out of the corner of my eye, looking at me in terror. The super soldier started smiling, and I could see the irises of his eyes start to glow orange under the dark, glass visor that covered most of his face. Then the accents of the suit started glowing orange as well. If it was even possible, because I wasn't getting anywhere with turning his own gun on him, he seemed like he got even stronger. He pushed me down to the ground. I moved back a little, started feeling scared as the rest of the super soldiers started laughing and hollering.

Then, I had a brief flashback to the memory of when I had healed Karl Urban, and I gave a sinister smile back at the super soldier. My eyes started glowing blue, and there were gusts of wind all around me. Behind me, Mewtwo (yeah, the Pokemon) appeared. The soldiers looked at him with confusion. He powered up, and destroyed all the super soldiers with one shot. I looked up at him with a smile, as he looked down at me with a smirk. This is where I woke up.
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I'm not going to get into it, because it dates back to something very personal and upsetting for me to talk about, but I've always felt a connection to Mewtwo (as silly as that may sound to some of you), and he was always my favorite. I even have a Mewtwo action figure lol. And what's weird is that I always say that if I were ever in any real trouble in a dream (i.e. Freddy Kruger lmao), Mewtwo would come and save me. I really got a kick out of this one, even though it was, at times, really creepy!

~Jay Mason~

Sometimes, Life is Awesome!

I just came out of class and I had a writing assignment/test in it. Keep this in mind, because everyone's obviously supposed to be quiet during tests and such.

Anyhoo, everyone who knows me knows by now that I am a huge fan of the show Human Target. Because of this show, I've also recently become a fan of Jackie Earle Haley, who is the actor that plays Guerrero on the show. Haley has also played Walter Kovacs (Rorschach) in The Watchmen, and is playing Freddy Kruger in the remake of Nightmare on Elm St. (which comes out the 30th of this month [*squeals with excitement though she is thoroughly confused about just why she's as excited as she is for this considering she's really not big on horror movies*]).

I bring up those two specific roles he's played for a reason. In the Spring 2008 semester, I took an Introduction to Theatre class. The professor I had was Professor Kruger. This semester, I'm taking a Media Analysis course... With Professor Kovacs. Whereas this is highly amusing to me in-and-of itself (school will now and forevermore remind me of Jackie Earle Haley ^_^), that is not why I'm posting this entry.

Getting back to the quiet test time... I'm sitting there, in Kovacs's class, trying to think of something to write, when the door (that my desk is right next to) starts to open slowly. I'm thinking it's one of my classmates or something, but then I look up to see that it's Kruger... In the same room with Kovacs... I thought my tongue was going to start bleeding from how hard I was biting it to keep from laughing.

I mean, what are the odds? Really? These two professors don't even teach within the same discipline/major! They teach in the same building, but so do about 30 or more other people. Just, wow... What are the odds that these two would be in the same room at the same time as me... When I'm supposed to be quiet and concentrating, no less!!

~Jay Mason~

Deadpool's C2E2 Commercial (made by ItsJustSomeRandomGuy on Youtube)

Oh... My... God... I love these things =3

~Jay Mason~

Another Dream of Note

This was one of my favorite dreams I ever had because it took itself seriously and was cool, funny, sweet, and creepy all at once.

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I was standing somewhere in NYC. It was starting to get dark and it was raining. The sky was kind of grey in color and you could still see clouds. I was leaning up against a building, just watching people walk past me. Just letting the rain fall on me. I smiled at a random couple that walked past me. Then my cell phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID and it read "MOM." I answered it and she said that she needed me to come back to Headquarters and that it was urgent.

The next thing I know, I walk into this room to see my Mom reading files and Christopher Chance (yeah, from Human Target) getting off the phone. He turns to me and says, "It's a good thing you got back when you did. He's still out there, you know." I nod in agreement and apologize for being out so long. I go and sit down on the sofa and flip open a laptop to start doing work. My Mom asks if I found out anything new while I was out and I tell her that I didn't find out much. "Not many people even realize that he's still out there, Mom. It doesn't seem to matter how much we attempt to get the word out it just... Fades." Chance responds, "We still have to try, Jax" ("Jax" is a nickname that some of my closest friends sometimes call me).

I tell them that I'm getting nowhere on the internet and that I need to go out to find more intel. They both tell me to be careful as I'm on my way out. I suddenly find myself back in that same grey world I originally entered. I walk down a different street as people pass me by. All of a sudden, I hear screaming, along with a familiar, crazed laugh. That's him! I think to myself and draw my gun. Everyone is running away while I run toward the laugh. Then I see him. It's The Joker from The Dark Knight. He looks right at me and says, "C'mon! I've been waiting for you three to come after me! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" He takes out a machine gun and starts firing at me. I duck for cover and take some shots at him. I start hearing other shots fired, and see my Mom and Chance running toward Joker, guns drawn and firing. I come out from my cover and take a shot. It hits Joker in the shoulder as he starts running away, still laughing.

Chance looks at me and asks if I'm OK. I nod and my Mom says, "Next time, we need to get this bastard. It just got way too personal." We hear a loudspeaker blaring with the Joker's voice. He says, "You all think you can get me. I've given you chances and chances again to put me out of my misery [laughs]. So, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. If you don't kill me by this time tomorrow night, I will release a toxic gas and lay waste to this whole city [laughs]!" The three of us look at eachother with that "oh, shit" kind of look.

The next thing I know, I'm in a random McDonald's with my Mom. Chance isn't with us. My Mom says to me, "I should get him something, too. He hasn't eaten in two days. He's running on fumes." I smile a little to myself because I realize that, even though she's a kickass crime fighter in this dream world, she is still very much my Mom.

The three of us are in HQ, eating and looking over files and whatnot. I'm back on my laptop, apparently trying to hack into something. Evidently, I found the plans to his massive poison plot. I call over to them and hack into the system. I completely cripple the program and any chance he has of going through with it should we fail to kill him.

Next thing I know, we're in a standoff with the Joker. It almost seemed like a Boss Battle in a video game. Chance manages to apprehend him and we get him sent to Arkham. I look around and say, "Good job, team" (I actually do say that a lot in real life).

This is where I woke up.

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So, my Mom and I are crime fighters and we got to work with Christopher Chance. I told my Mom the short version of this dream earlier and she said, "Hey, that sounded like it was a good dream!" It was.


~Jay Mason~

A Phone Scam >:(

I live in my grandfather's house. He is an 89 year-old man who does not always understand English (he was raised in Italy). Sometimes when I don't have anywhere to go during the day, I notice through his Caller ID that he gets strange calls. The name just says "Jamaica," and the number is almost always different. I just typically ignore them because I do not know who it is, nor does my grandfather. I always just figured that if it were important, they would leave a message. No messages were ever left by this caller.

Just today, however, I got a phone call from my younger brother who is home with a bad cold. This caller phoned the house and my grandfather answered. My brother picked up the other line to hear the conversation because he had seen this come up in the Caller ID as well. The caller had an accent and repeatedly asked my grandfather what his name was and, after he answered, kept telling him that he had a package for him. My brother then stepped in from the other line and started asking this mystery caller who he was, what he had and what he wanted. The caller just hung up.

My brother then proceeded to tell me that he immediately researched this number (we wrote down 2 of the numbers used under the name of "Jamaica") and found out that it is a call-back phone scam targeted specifically at the elderly. The way it works is that a caller, in this case from Jamaica, will call an elderly person and tell them that they have something for them. The caller will then hang up, causing the elderly person to think the call simply dropped. When the elderly person calls back, they are charged heavily for calling the number (especially since it is an international number). These scammers are said to have made upwards of 300 million off of the elderly last year alone.

If this is happening to you, the way to deal with the problem, at least according to the news sources my brother viewed, is to contact your local authorities who will, hopefully, in turn be able to contact the proper authorities, such as Interpol.

The two numbers we took down are (876) 486-7793 and (876) 460-4618. I hope this helps someone out there.

~Jay Mason~

That's Me In The Corner, Losing All My Music...

My iPod inexplicably lost all of the songs (it was well over 3000) and videos I had on it. Deciding that I should be oh-so-very used to things like this happening to me, I've decided to TRY TO REMEMBER every artist I had on there and, in turn, whatever songs of theirs I had. Most of them are easy, but I'm going to have to search song lyrics and what have you to remember some of the others. I've also been checking Music On Demand, as well as my bios on web sites such as Yahoo, MySpace, and Facebook to try to jog my memory. Interestingly enough, quoting R.E.M.'s "Losing My Religion" in the title of this entry made me remember to put R.E.M. on my list. The videos are easy enough to remember. All I had on there were three of my favorite movies (Gladiator, Braveheart, and 300), and the Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series podcast [which isn't on iTunes anymore from the last time I checked], so that's not much of a burden.

Called Apple Tech Support with fingers crossed that there would be a small chance that they could've told me something to do that would take me not having to jot it down. I spoke to a really nice guy named Samuel, but there really wasn't much he could do other than suggest different sites and stuff to help me hunt down my collection again. For now, I just need help recollecting [both in memory and in actual collection] these songs again, especially since I don't own the hard copies [CD's] of most of them.

Your slightly crazed friend,

Jay Mason

I Am The Master of Odd Dreams

This one isn't the most odd I've ever had. Oh, no... Not by a long shot. But I figured it was sort of noteworthy.

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So, the dream starts off with me hunting somebody. I don't know who it is that I'm hunting, exactly, but I know that he's a killer. I receive information that this guy has my baby cousin, a 3-month-old girl (who, by the way, only exists in this dream). Next thing I know, I find the guy just in time to see him kill her. Although I was too late to save her, I go postal and, well... "Destroy" would be the best word to use to explain what I did to him.

So, after this traumatizing experience, loads of people come into my house to give their condolences. Among them is this girl I used to be friends with (who actually does exist and that I really haven't spoken to in 3 years). Apparently, we hadn't spoken for that length of time in the dream, either. She runs over to me and hugs me whilst crying hysterically. After she calms down a bit, she apologizes for the past 3 years and she says that she wanted to see me because she read in the paper that I had gotten shot in the struggle with the killer. We start talking, and then I see that she brought someone with her. The person she brought with her was this other girl (who also actually exists and that I haven't spoken to for longer). I get a little pissed off that she was there and I make a comment about how she (the 2nd girl) only comes around when it's most convenient so she can look good and slither her way back into my life. After this little get-together, I go over to my Mom, who is upset at the loss of my fictitious cousin, and tell her that I'm going to see my boyfriend for a little while. (I don't actually have a boyfriend. I only have one in this dream.)

So I get in my car (I don't even have a license, let alone a car, in reality), which is a Mustang (my dream car =D ), and I drive over to this apartment building of sorts. I park and take the elevator up to the 5th floor. I get to the door and I hear the TV on, so I knock and he answers the door. Apparently, in this dream, my boyfriend was Denny Duquette (Yeah... From Grey's Anatomy). Except his heart problem was taken care of, but, for some reason, he was in a wheelchair. He asked me how I was and how my shoulder was doing because that's where I had evidently been shot by the killer. I sat in his lap, wrapped my arms around him, and cried as I talked about what had transpired the previous night. He gave me a hug and said that I was the strongest woman he knew. I felt really guilty at one point because I found myself thinking about another man while he was consoling me. I also felt guilty because I made a silent wish that I could have ran to this other man instead of him. It was almost as though he knew that though, because he gave me a sad-yet-sympathetic look. I told him I was sorry because I had to leave but I was going to come back later. I went back downstairs, got in my Mustang, and drove away.
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Um... This was one of those times when I woke up and said, "WTF??!!?!" to myself. But, still, this was not the weirdest dream I ever had by a mile. At least I was some badass crime fighter who owned a Mustang... Even my outfit was awesome! Also, in reality, I wouldn't be with someone if I really wanted to be with someone else. Crazy.

~Jay Mason~

Why Does This Exist?

Dear Potential Reader,

I have several blogs, but I wanted one specifically for my Twitter account. The reason is that I might want to expand on something I posted or what have you. So, there you have it, I guess.

Your friend,

Jay Mason