Dying In Dreams

This just in: Whenever I get one of my dreams with the man in it, if I die in the dream I wake up, then I can go back to sleep and sleep like a normal person for a night or two.

Here's a vlog.

Kitten Monday #27

I think the me that was in the maze is dead. I don't know what happened, just that the last thing I remember about the maze is everything being on fire, flesh pretty much melting off my bones and Him screaming. Then I woke up.

I wonder if I'm going to dream normally now, now that I've fucked things up and he's real. Maybe he's going to keep trying to get to me through my dreams. I don't know.

I swear I would explain everything to all of you, but even I'm not really sure what's going on.

But you're not here to read about that.

I'm getting close to the end of my kitten folder. I have a few tumblrs full of cat pictures so I can use those but they're a bit prone to repeats...oh well.

[a question]

[thank you kindly to Raggedyman for solving the code.]

[i would recommend that those who have not yet figured it out copy and paste the text into a text editor with advanced formatting such as font colours and highlighting enabled]

[for those who are wondering what i am going on about]

[in dreams, you can fly. in dreams, you can fall and die too. if that happens in a dream, what are the consequences?]

the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog


every time I close my eyes I see the maze.


i'm not afraid of you.

Kitten Monday #24

(I have an idea. I'll report back on how well it goes -- Ary)

Kittens!

you can't control reality.

dreams are another story.

wrong way round

I was stupid not to follow my gut instinct. I shouldn't have turned around.

I didn't need to turn back- I've been walking towards the center all this time. Months. Since before I woke up. To find the way back clear, I need to go to the center of the maze.


No matter how hard and fast I run, It's always right behind me.


Ciao for now,
Ariadne

Kitten Monday #12

Kitten Monday keeps being late. Why don't I just make it Kitten Wednesday or something and have done with it? Jeez.

Here, have some kitten pictures. Gifs this time, to make up for the lack of a Kitten Monday last week and the lateness of this one.

In other news, the reason for this entry's lateness- while I was writing the post that was originally going to be this week's Kitten Monday, I was also conducting an experiment with Penny. Tiktok has this thing for destroying anything that makes a ticking noise, but we've never actually seen her do it, so I had Penny over for a study session after school on Monday and assembled an assortment of cheap shitty analogue clocks I got at a dollar store, a metronome, and a tape of a ticking noise. My transcript of her response:

(I leave Penny next to the clocks and metronome, place the tape in my antiquated CD player and start it.)

A: Ready to go?

P: Yup...

(Silence for about five minutes. Penny picks a up a clock.)

A: What're you doing?

P: Time's wrong.

A: Yeah, they're all wrong, I couldn't be bothered setting them all.

(P nods and keeps fiddling with the clock)

P: The time's still wrong...

A: Well, fix it.

P: I can't.

A: Why not? It's 5.17 if you want the time.

P: It's wrong.

A: Yeah, my watch is fast, so it's really closer to 5.15.

P: (prises the back off the clock and begins pulling it apart) That's wrong, too.

A: ...maybe 5.14?

P: *visibly agitated, keeps pulling the clock apart* What am I thinking? Time's irrelevant, now. Not matter what time it is, there still isn't enough time left.

A: Enough time left to what?

P: *finishes dismantling the clock, moves onto another* Time waits for no one, Ariadne. You need to wake up soon. You've wasted enough time asleep.

A: I'm awake.

P: *discards second clock, half-dismantled, and picks up a third, absentmindedly fiddling with the hands* You're awake, but you haven't woken up, and you need to. There isn't much time left, and if you're asleep when it runs out...

A: What will happen?

P: He's already in your head, Ary. *puts down clock, removed tape from player and begins to pull it apart* You need to get out of the nightmare before it leaks out into the waking world, too. Tick, tock, time is running out.

A: ...how can I wake up?

P: I would have told you myself if I could.

A: Okay, well, thanks for the help.

P: Help with what?

A: You know, that whole explaining why you're talking about time thing.

P: ...what? I don't remember...

A: Well, shit a brick.

In short, I had a conversation with Tiktok, who apart from being fucking cryptic and unnaturally calm, is almost indistinguishable from my best friend. Great, just great. At least things are a little clearer now...barely.

Ciao for now, 

Ary

what the fuck is this

I have this pad of paper on my desk. It's A2 size and I doodle on it and leave notes to myself and stuff. I woke up this morning and found writing almost covering it. A few points to start on before I show you the image

1. Most if the text is some variant on "wake up".
2. There are also occurrences of "tik tok", "time is running out", "the dreamer must wake" pictures of clocks, one drawing of a person sleeping, the roman numeral II, a picture of our faceless friend, "only the blind can see, only the sleeping can truly wake", and the title of my blog.
3. It's all in my handwriting. All of it.
4. Fuck my life up the ass with an assortment of rusty garden tools.
5. And a chainsaw.

Photos, for the curious:

Welp.

Looks like I'm fucked. Not even the inside of my own head is safe anymore. I can't even trust myself?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I've read the other blogs, blogs about people fighting- there was even a blog in my area, manned by two fighters but they don't remember now, and I'm glad for them, but the fact is I'm a scrawny high school girl who can't even run the cross country without wanting to collapse right afterwards. And running is not an option. I'm sixteen, I'll either be alone or with Penny, and there are dodgy people out there. 

I don't know what to do. I just want this all to be a nightmare.

Please, please let it be a nightmare.

Kitten Monday #10

Just, ignore that it's actually Wednesday. Dreaming again is messing with my head and it's getting harder to keep track of time and space and where and when I am. I've been trying to get Penny to upload the remaining posts on her blog, but she apparently deleted the entire thing back in June and Tiktok has been reuploading them sporadically. Where she has the posts cached, we don't know. No idea if we can get her to hurry up about that. Hopefully, yes. I've managed to get bits the full story of what happened to Penny out of the girl herself but we need those blog posts to fill in the gaps in her memory.

Now, for kittens. Kittens kittens kittens.

Okay, poll time here. How many of you are just here for the kittens?

Hehehe. All of you, I'd imagine. Now, it's nearly 11 and I need to sleep, so I'm closing this update off now, apart from one more thing.

To the person who left the "TRY TO BELIEVE" graffiti on the fence- thank you. Although it's worrying that you know where I live.

Ciao for now,
Ary.

SON OF A-

Welp. Guess who's been an incredibly stupid and foolish person as well as an incredibly shitty friend?

Me, in case that wasn't already clear.

Okay, so first order of the day is that I now know precisely who Tiktok is. She is still a wild card in the sense that we're not sure what side she's on and what she's trying to do, but I know who she is.

It started like this. A few days after my last post, somebody started trying to get into the house. Our front door is kept secure by a chain at night, so even if someone has a key into the house unless we're expecting them and hence leave the chain off they can't get in. When I got up in the morning and went to get the newspaper, the door would be open. The chain would still be on so it would be three or four centimetres open at best, but open none the less. Whoever it was, they had a key, which concerned me, so after a week of this I set a trap for them via leaving the chain off and standing in the hall with a kitchen knife. In hindsight, probably not that smart, seeing as I have no idea how to defend myself other than "kick it in the crotch", but yeah.

I sat there until about 1am, when I heard a key rattle in the lock, got up, and the door swung open, and there she was, standing there staring vacantly ahead, swaying slightly on the spot. Tiktok.

Also known as Penny. Also also known as my best friend.

...

...

You can imagine my reaction. She just stood and stared for a bit, then said "You need to wake up.", then she kind of...snapped out of it I guess. One minute Tiktok was standing there, next she was my best friend again.

She looked so upset and scared and I feel like such a shitty best friend. First for getting yanked into this, so she has me to worry about as well, second for not noticing that anything was wrong because I was so wrapped up in my own shitty problems...just in general I feel frigging shitty.

Neither Penny nor I know if Tiktok is friend or foe. Penny is an ally, I'm pretty sure of it, but we're not sure about Tiktok since it's almost impossible to actually communicate with her voluntarily. All we really know about her is that she really hates anything that makes a ticking noise. Really. Hates. She also calls me "Dreamer" and tells me I need to wake up an awful lot. We have no idea what she's on about- any ideas?

So between that little revelation, the fact that I went away for a week, and everything else, I haven't been able to update this blog. It wasn't until Tuesday, when I started Dreaming again, that I remembered this thing even existed. Sorry if I made anyone worry.

Ciao for now.
--Ariadne

Kitten Monday #8

welp. This is embarrassing. Like, really embarrassing.

Okay, so the day "stop" was posted was the day I had an absolute freak out, utterly flipped my shit, sleep deprived teenage girl seeing things all up the wazoo. Good news is that I'm okay. Mum took me to the doctor sunday and got me on some kind of herbal remedy which seems to have stopped me Dreaming for now. I dream but I don't Dream. See that capital letter? Gonna use it to distinguish between regular dreams (which I seem to be having now...) from the insane one.

Bad news is that I don't know if what I was freaking out over actually happened. I could have just gone crazy after a week solid on 3 hours per night.

Okay okay I know you guys aren't here for my sleep problems, you're here for the kittens. Here ya go:

Haven't heard from Tiktok in over a week. I hope she's okay. Cryptic as shit she may be but it's still a person running that blog.

Kitten Monday #7

Hello folks. It's that time of week again...

KITTEN MONDAY!

I've got maybe nine hours sleep total over the past three days. I don't know what's going on with that dream but it's making me feel drained even if I do sleep- I almost feel better now, and I'm bloody tired.

I can't go on like this forever though. There's only so long I can run on two or three hours of sleep per night. What do I do then? I can't tell my parents or the school counsellor about this crap, it'll just drag them in too.

There's part of me that still believes I'm being stupid and this can't be real. I want to listen to that part, I really do.

Ciao for now.

Bloody hell.

First: new Tiktok post. She's actually coherent in this one. Something about destroying clocks. Anyone noticing a pattern here? Tik tok tik tok lots of clocks. Broken clocks, even.

Second: I think I made It mad. Last night, my dream was at school, and I was running through the corridors and up and down the stairs because I was late for something and It was always there, just standing there, making all the angles of the floors and walls and ceiling all wrong and fucking up the stairs so I couldn't just walk up them, I had to scramble up over them using my hands so I wouldn't fall.

I'm scared to go back to sleep because I know It will be waiting for me.

Ciao for now.

Kitten Monday #6

EDIT: I should probably link the Tiktok post, amirite? :D

It's rather late (well, still monday, but very late on a monday) but nevertheless, before I get onto the weird shit here is Kitten Monday (complete with a gif to make up for the lateness.)

Two weird things:

1) New Tiktok post. The timestamp on this one is back in April, weirdly enough. Out of chronological order. Tiktok seems a lot more coherent in this one, which is a plus, although it's still utterly out of context. The hell?

2) I did the filming-myself sleeping thing. I'd show you some of the footage, but it's literally about eight hours of nothing. I was actually certain that there was something freaky going on, and from what research I have done He is a total camwhore, but seriously nothing. I...I guess I was just being paranoid about nothing, right? I still had the weird dreams and all, but I had the camera in such a place that I could see almost the whole room when I reviewed the footage and...well...zilch.

Oh well. It's kinda late, I should go to sleep. Ciao for now, all.

--Ariadne

Kitten Monday #5

I have just realised something absolutely horrifying. A prospect so horrible it makes me ill just considering it.

...What if I run out of kitten pictures?

I think I might cry.

I keep dreaming. I wouldn't say they're scary dreams, not conventionally at least, but there's always this wrongness about them, like things aren't the way they're supposed to be. I was dreaming about being at school and my classmates and teachers looked more like living dolls than people. Just little things like that. I'm not sure what to make of it.

I keep getting the feeling I have a right to be paranoid.

Ciao for now,
--Ariadne

Vlog Entry #1

I'm probably just being stupid, but that this has happened right now and in the way that it has makes me more paranoid than I have a right to be. I know I'm just being stupid but I still have this uneasiness niggling at the back of my mind. Hopefully I'll stop freaking out over creepypasta soon, because it's just plain embarassing.

it's just a dream, right? i'm just dreaming.