Mysteroo's Mind Dump

The hub for all my doings on the webernets.

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I made a new page!

Tbh tumblr just felt a little clunky, so if you want to see a more up to date version of my page, go to https://sites.google.com/view/mysteroo

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A video series written by YOU guys

This is a series I’m doin in which every installment is decided based on what you guys suggest and vote on. I thought it xould be pretty fun, check it ouutt https://youtu.be/NLI_HrqTLDg

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If you guys don't watch this I'ma cry I'ma cry real man-tears of sadness

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Dream Journal #8

I don’t remember a whole lot about this dream- just bits and pieces.

For one period of my dream, I was kind of in a third person point of view. I was in a medieval setting playing a game. It seemed like an MMO of some sort- one that I was at the beginnings of. I was making my way through this castle looking around talking to NPCs. I want to say I was playing with my friend from college, but I’m not totally sure who it was. I could hear him as I was playing with him, but, of course I could only see his character. I could look at different objects and see details about them sort of like in Skyrim, and I remember seeing some kind of knife that only the “spy” class could use. I thought that was interesting, so I kept looking through literally everything in the castle, trying to find something I could use.

I couldn’t find anything good, but after talking with some people, I did end up receiving some kind of chain-mail shirt, a helmet, and a long samurai sword. As I was looking around I remembered jumping down some holes. Only one floor rendered at a time, so I had assumed some stairs or something would appear when I did so. They did- but at one point it took longer than expected and I thought I was actually just going to keep falling for who-knows-how-long.

As I was looking through all the glass cases of weaponry and medieval artifacts, eventually the setting of my dream shifted from a medieval castle to some kind of Sci-Fi convention. I remembered seeing all sorts of Star Wars stuff- a lot of which featured this one storm trooper code-named “Dude.” His code-name, from what I could tell, came about from looking at a design on his helmet that resembled the word ‘DUDE’ in a thin, broken apart font. I remembered wondering to myself if some people from college were familiar with this “Dude” guy.

In my second dream, I found myself at a repeat of Noah’s Flood. Only I was Noah. Sort of. This actually took place in my time period- to me, it was happening just before the rapture. I was on this grassy, brown-ish yellow hilltop as the waters rose. There were two other hill-tops too that had people on them, but before I knew it, mine was the last one visible. Then I came to the realization that the waters were still rising and I was the last person on earth. I didn’t really understand why God needed to make the waters go higher (or how the rapture was going to work out with just one person) But I tried to trust that it would work out- that the waters would recede or something just before things got too bad. I began yelling out to God more and more frantically, and just as the waters rose above the hill and I was floating in what was basically a tossing ocean, I woke up.

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Dream Journal #7

It’s been so long since I’ve posted one of these ._.

Whelp, like many of my dreams, I don’t actually remember how it began. But somewhere in the middle of this dream I found myself on this third row of a roller-coaster. It was some kind of steel coaster with its cars being the old fashioned kind- with two seats per row and a pull down bar. Two rows per car.

My dad was in the row in front of me- then again, I thought he was in the third row. So maybe I was in the fourth row. Anyway, this coaster ran ten or fifteen feet or so above some large lake with the supports going down into the water. We were just riding along and I suddenly heard some announcer over a megaphone or a speaker or something say something about someone standing up on the ride. I started looking around because I hadn’t noticed anyone doing that, but just then right as we were gearing up to go up a lift-hill, this bald, tall, black guy kind of stands up and crouches as if he wants to make it more interesting by trying to stay upright.

My dad gets his “Theme park voice” and yells at this guy to “Sit. Down.” But for whatever reason, he seemed to think that it was some other guy standing up (even though this was right in front of him) and the guy sitting next to the stander - some European looking dude, turns around looking confused and a little offended.

Anyway, we get up to the top, the coaster begins to go down, and I realize that the dude I noticed was not who the announcer was talking about. Whoever was standing before (this muscular black guy in a blue jacket), was now not only standing- but also had jumped out of the coaster car entirely, and was in front of the coaster. Of course, nothing is stopping the coaster, so it continues to roll and goes down the hill. This dude starts running down the coaster track away from the coaster frantically trying to stay out of its reach. It winds down near the water and curves in a couple of other directions before the track disappears entirely.

So now not only am I terrified we’re going to run someone over, but now I am realizing that we’re about to fly off of the tracks into the water. Only- we don’t. The coaster goes off of the rails but then continues as if there were tracks there, curving around and rolling right along. The dude running away falls into the water and seems to relax a little after getting away from the coaster.

It is at this point that I realize this is all a part of the ride because it is April 1. The track is made to look invisible with some special FX or something and the dude running away is actually just a projection.

Even so, the ride continues and a shark appears in the ocean. So the dude starts swimming away but gets killed - as evidenced by his doing the dead-man’s-float - but now with no shirt on for some reason.

Anyway, the coaster comes back towards land and rides into the station.

Of course, I don’t remember anything about that because suddenly we’re back to where I started in this dream- this time I’m looking through the perspective of the guy who was being projected onto the tracks. I’m listening for the megaphone announcement so I can kind of stand in my seat a little and make it look more real.

We start going up the lift-hill and this time (I guess I hadn’t noticed before?) we go through this tunnel-type thing on the lift-hill. It gets pretty dark and then just before we reach the top, there’s a doorway on the left that I jump into and out of the coaster car. The coaster continues without me and I go into the small, dark passageways and end up in this tiny room with screens. From this room, as I find, I can control the projection of myself outside. The projection itself does what it usually does, but I can control what it says with a microphone.

Unlike last time, this time I’m not just some random dude jumping out of the coaster car. This time I’m playing a character for the theme of this roller-coaster that’s some kind of villain. So I say some generic evil stuff or something before the coaster begins to go down the hill.

Apparently there was some cat somewhere in these passageways because it meowed behind me, making some sound through my microphone. So these people on the ride hear it and I ad-lib something about a drowning cat- which leads to my projection falling into the water to “save it”.

So after this whole charade happens, I suddenly find myself in an entirely new segment of my dream in which this “theme” that the coaster and I are following is now real. I am no longer looking from the perspective of a theme park actor- but now am actually the villain of some story thing.

This villain, of course, happens to be some kind of mer-man. There is no longer a roller-coaster, and I am now on the beach waking up from this shark attack that just happened. For some reason, this shark attack has weakened me, and I am not in my full-form. I am in a more humanoid state- except I am also blue. After looking around at the other blue mer-people (who also have legs for some reason) and then looking down at myself, I yell out in shock, “I am evil!”

I yell this because my character has long associated blue skin with a race of mer-people that his race was in conflict with. But after a while I guess the two races inter-mixed, causing all mer-people to now be a mixture of both races. Because that’s how life works, you know?

Anyway, all the other mer-people hear me say that I’m evil, and furrow their brows at me. They begin to approach me as if they’re going to attack, but then they all kind of walk past me instead.

I look kind of confused and turn around to see that they’re actually walking towards this big, stereotypical looking, muscular genie thing in a force-field bubble. I realize that this is actually what they furrowing their brows at and that they just thought I was joking.

They thought I was joking because I currently appear to be this nerdy-weak looking guy who couldn’t hurt a fly. But in all actuality, everyone knows that there is an evil mer-creature around because this genie thing is a part of him. It is apparently the separated half of the mer-creature I was before I was weakened by the shark attack. But now it is trapped in this bubble thing being taunted by the other mer-people, but it can’t leave and no one else can enter the bubble.

So I reach out towards it and everyone has a good laugh because no one else can do anything, so why should I be able to? My skin turns more Caucasian looking and my hands turn into this comically inflated shape as I try to wrap my arms around this force-field, causing the others to laugh even more.

Then I make contact with it and merge with it- returning to the form of a shirtless black dude that I was in before.

Beyond that, I remember basically nothing. Apparently this is what happens when you have Peanut-Butter Richies before bed.

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Music is ordered in ascending order by quality So I decided to try shooting for a minor in Music Technology- which is pretty big for me considering my nearly non-existent background in music (beyond...

I added a whole bunch of audio projects I’ve made online!

One goofy projects, one midi-cover sort of thing, and an original song!

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Our Symbolic Montage for my Film Aesthetics class.

Is the deep, emotional meaning not just ooooozing out of this video?

...Actually you probably have no idea what this is about. What we were going for is conveyed with more than just the actual content- it’s also conveyed through the wide and canted camera angles among other things.

If you give up- it’s about the gradual self-destructive process of loneliness. It’s totes obvious right?

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This is a project I worked on at my internship a while back. I did all the editing and animating myself - the actual drawings, however, were designed by my sister.

Original Post: "Here’s the final version of a film project I did with my internship. I think it turned out pretty good, and it only took 10+ hours of editing!"

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Four friends and I made a short film for our Electronic Cinematography project, I think it turned out pretty great!

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My friend (in the video) got an itch to make a video. So he decided to make this kind of satirical montage of him skateboarding.

Of course he needed a cameraman, so I gladly joined the party.

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In case you’re wondering why I’m sharing a twenty minute news cast, it’s because I made a news package that shows up starting about two minutes in.

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Normally I’ve just posted my content on this blog, but I really want this to spread around. WHERE’S THE FAIR USE YOUTUBE?

YouTube has basically stolen hundreds of dollars worth of monetization from me. It’s gotta change.

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This is the result of 91 people’s faces morphed together.

On my college’s student portal online, you can see all of our pictures for our student IDs. I was curious as to what “the face” of my college looked like, so I started overlaying all of them together and then making them equally transparent.

I wanted to do as many as I could, but I realized that every thirty people pretty much look similar when mixed. It’s pretty weird. The most variation between groups of 30 was in the girls, but even then it’s not much.

Since I didn’t want to have 90+ different layers on photoshop, I divided it up into three separate groups of thirty, then divided that into girls and guys. The guys are in the first image, the girls are the last one, and everyone combined is in the second picture.

I mean hey, the Bible does say that we’re made in the image of God. If I did this enough maybe I’d figure out what he looks like, haha.

Anyway, I thought this was interesting. Lemme know what you people’s think.

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For my Television workshop class, I had to create a news package for my university’s local news station. Unfortunately for me (and fortunately for this video) I hardly know what I’m doing. So in shooting my package, I recorded enough screw-ups to fill a blooper reel of nearly the same length. At least I got something out of it, haha.

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Dream Journal #6

It’s hard to quite remember how my dream went last night. Somehow I found myself skydiving with a number of other people. I could vividly see the earth below me and its curvature. My parachute was one of those curved ones shaped kind of like the outline of the profile of a banana.

It was a bit like it looks like in GTAV where if the diver faces downward, then their parachute will move with them, and the air will be able to flow with the chute more freely, allowing for the diver to accelerate.

It was a shorter dream- or at least I remember less of it. I slowly descended, accelerating and decelerating as I went. There was a big park below me that sort of resembled Central Park in NYC. My dad was below me apparently and I started descending in his general direction. He called out to my dog, who was apparently down there as well, and yelled at it that “her boy” was “over there.” Realizing that my dog was there I accelerated downward and landed as my dog basically ran into me and started barking and jumping at me to get attention.

And that was it. But hey! It was my first actual “flying” dream. Even though I was skydiving. Still cool though.

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Dream Journal #5

If you’ve seen the S9 Finale of Doctor Who, then you should be familiar with the setting of this dream. If you haven’t, then this probably won’t spoil much of anything. If it does, then I blame the government.

I first thing I remember is walking around within the changing fortress. I was on the level where the circular garden resided. I was walking down the hallway that goes alongside it, looking outside the window into the garden as I did. There was one kind of pointless stairway that went up and then right back down again in the middle of the path. There was a doorway that went into the garden, but no door.

Familiar with what happened here, I was a bit uneasy. As if to compliment my feelings, two figures appeared in the garden. One was a pale looking woman in some kind of springy Victorian dress, with hair like the Queen of hearts from Alice in Wonderland. The other was a pale man in old fashioned 1800s formal clothing. They both came towards me angrily like they were going to... I don’t know, strangle me? They didn’t really make it clear.

I said something against them and the man seemed to come to his senses. He put his arms down and decided to follow me back where I came. I guess I just kind of forgot about the woman because I don’t remember what happened with her.

We walked back down the hallway and even though he said he’d help me.. with.. something.. I still felt uneasy.

I eventually made it to my destination- another large room within the fortress that was connected to a study or office. There were some others mingling in the room, but I don’t remember who or what they were doing there.

Inside the study was an older man, he kind of looked like a white version of Michio Kaku. He invited us into the room and told us to shut the door behind us. No lights were on, but a faint light entered through a curtained window. The window was on the wall opposite of the door, and there was a desk right beside it. The walls were lined with bookshelves and there was a chair or two in front of the desk. The room was very small, and it barely fit all three of us inside.

Note that- at my college we have what is called “Dead Day.” This is the day before finals where we are given a day off of everything to study and prepare ourselves.

Now, the man was kind of huddling next to the curtain, making himself into a silhouette. White Michio Kaku was sort of frowning, and said in a blunt and kind of knowing/suspicious tone that the murderer (the guy who I convinced not to kill me somehow) is pale. I looked over and saw that the man who entered the room with me was darker skinned. It wasn’t the same man that I talked to in the Garden. A grin started to spread on the man’s face. Michio pulled out a large coin that had a black skull and crossbones crudely engraved in it. Its edges were worn with dents and waviness. He put the coin on the desk, which apparently meant something to this man. Michio said in a dark, kind of defiant tone: “Dead Day, will not come.”

Apparently “Dead Day” meant something else in this context. The man started laughing like he had gone insane, knowing that whatever he was up to- he had been found out. I suddenly felt like I was in extreme danger. I thought that this guy was going to kill me, or flip out or something.

In the movie “Kung Pow,” the villain has two metal tiger paws with their claws out. They’re tied together with chains and are used sort of like nun-chucks. For whatever reason I had these on me, and in my sudden sense of fear I took one out and threw it at the man before he could do anything.

The man was killed- I think. I remember the paw hitting him, but I don’t remember him actually getting hurt or falling over or anything. He probably did one of those things, I dunno.

With the crisis temporarily averted, I opened the door and looked out to see the actual man that I had talked to pacing around looking shocked and concerned at something that had just happened. There was one woman who I knew from somewhere who was doing the same, only she was being more verbal about it. Around them were the others who were mingling before, only they were scurrying about taking care of the situation. I’m still not entirely sure what the situation is, but apparently it was bad.

I woke up later with a strong sense of legitimate dread. Whoever was in that small room with me laughing gave me the sense that he had done some terrible things and had planned to do worse. It was probably one of the closest things to an actual nightmare I’ve ever had. 

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This is something I worked on in my Electronic Cinematography class. I didn’t have a whole lot of time to work on it and my partner had significantly less. It’s not especially funny or anything, but hey- I think it works pretty well for its purpose.

I voice-acted for narration and also made the web page she was logging into. It was originally yahoo, but then I went in and changed all the pictures and stuff. The actor was my partner’s mom, but I think she did pretty well for a short-notice actor.

No computers were harmed in the making of this commercial.

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Dream Journal #4

This was actually a while back, but I haven’t forgotten it yet so I’m going to whip up an entry before I do.

I don’t remember the context of this dream- the setting, who’s with me, pretty much nothing. My memory begins with me walking along the ridge of some large, grey, facility-looking place. The walls/floor went up a steep incline on my left, and dropped off on the right down some pit or something. I was walking along with a couple of other people who I don’t quite remember, when out of a doorway on the left wall behind me comes some large tank thing.

It was a darker shade of grey and was on two folding sets of legs with wheels on the end. They were partially folded inward and the front and back legs crossed one another such that their wheels rested below the opposite ends of the tank. There was a wide pod on the front of it that functioned as the control room.

It rolled out of the door and turned towards me. The green lights inside the pod turned on to illuminate the driver inside. He looked at me angrily and then activated the controls- which then caused the tank to unfold into a kind of rhino shape. I began to run and got through a wall- I’m guessing through a window or something. When I got through it was revealed that I was inside a large building next to the road in a city. I turned left on the road and could see the rhino machine break through the wall and continue to follow me upright on two legs. 

Then from the sky came who I recognized to be Superman, however, this was not the traditional Superman. Imagine Wreck it Ralph, 12-14 feet tall, in a Superman outfit, with more Clark Kent-like facial features. He also wore sunglasses. He landed on the ground and began to fight this rhino-machine thing. Though he was this behemoth of a man, rather than using any super-strength or anything like that, he decided to use laser vision. In hindsight it makes sense, since that is a power Superman has, but for some reason I associated this ability more with Cyclops from the X-Men than with Superman as was dreaming.

Later on in this dream I found myself in another room similar to the first one, but this one was filled with at least four different hero hybrids like the Superman thing I saw earlier, flying around fighting one another. I remember seeing the Wasp from marvel- only she was robotic, like Iron-man.

I don’t remember anything else about the dream, but I think that this suffices to be weird enough for one dream journal.