We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you an epiphany.

I've been avoiding sleeping all this time, and everything went to shit and I had about four nervous breakdowns and it sucked.

I still don't sleep as much as I should, which is probably why I'm, in my own words, "dopey". I'm tired.

I need to sleep.

I need to Dream.

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tik tok wake up
ready or not here we come

Further attempts at catching Waking!Ary on camera.

Okay, so funny story guys.

I left my webcam running from when I got up this morning to catch Waking!Ary (hopefully) on film. I woke up a little while ago. I remember going into my room, realising that the camera was on, and being...exasperated, really. Almost amused. Then I sat on the floor for a bit and then I woke up and went to check my webcam.

I found this:

I can't get it to rotate the right way up, but she left a POST-IT note tacked over my webcam saying "Nice try, Better luck next time?"

My webcam was still running. No footage of Waking!Ary, just my room then post-it note.

Well. Are you willing to co-operate or not? You can see It and I can't. I know you know something. Something about the maze of leaves, the labyrinth. the red text, the white words- hell, even Tik Tok. I want answers.

Speaking of Tik Tok, we're working on getting some posts up on Time Waits For No One. We looked at the queue and there are about twenty queued from next friday onwards. Hopefully we can get some answers.

--Ary

waking up

can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me

can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me

can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me

can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me

can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me
can't sleep minotaur will eat me

SEE I CAN DO THE SHITTY LABYRINTH MOTIFS NOW TOO.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck i should never have woken up

Kitten Monday #14

Hi guys! Thought I might upload a Kitten Monday ON AN ACTUAL MONDAY FOR ONCE ahahahahaha I'm so funny. I'm about halfway through my folder of kitten pictures, so I still have a while before I'll need to "restock".

I keep losing time, just little spots of twenty minutes at the longest. It's happened at school and while I'm trying to study at home. According to my family and Penny I just sit there and don't do anything, which ought to be reassuring but instead is just making me nervous. I still haven't figured out what was with the weird text with the white background in my last post is about either. It's all talking about mazes and leaves...har har, geniuses, I KNOW my name is Ariadne. Talking about LABYRINTHS? Oh MAN, that's original.

Fuck.

I can't sleep properly at the moment, either- I just get little snatches or catnaps, which is kind of unhelpful since I am in the middle of my mock/practice exams. I'm kinda worried about my marfv



WAKE UP.

Kitten Monday #13

Awright, Kittens first, update on Waking afterwards.

Okay, so I went off my meds on Monday. Went to sleep expecting some kind of huge thing to happen. Like a nightmare or an epic battle in the centre of my mind or some shit.

I had a dream about a maze made out of a forest, branches interlocking to form a Labyrinth, and I knew the way out and I was running towards the exit for ages and ages and ages, and when I woke up I promptly hurled weird black stuff. That's all.

Have I woken up?

I don't know, I don't feel any different. I've had normal dreams and stuff, and I don't feel ti


I am princess of leaves and run until I cannot see them, just walls and run and run until I am walking through my lungs, setting my lifeline, it's keeping me and no matter what, I am going.
I can hear birds and run until I collapse, feeling it reach out and still I am following the ground in front of leaves and run and small animals but I am going.
I am going.
I am following the omega, it reach out and still I run and tell myself not to run, dragging deep breaths through my lungs, setting my lungs, setting my veins on fire.
My legs start to run, dragging deep breaths through a maze, a forcefield.
I cannot see them, just walls and run and find me, and small animals but I am walking through a maze, a forcefield.
I am princess of the maze.
I breathe deep, and the end, the end, the alpha and run until I am princess of me.
I don't turn around.


...What the actual fuck.

Okay, comment: is it Princess of the Maze (obvs reference to the Ariadne of Classical mythology, c'mon) or Princess of Leaves and what the hell does "run until I am princess of me" mean?"

"a maze, a forcefield"? okay, what? and how can one walk through their lungs?

I don't understand. I really don't.

Welp.

sleep

I figured it out.

I figured out how to wake up

To wake up you have to go to sleep! I get it now! The only way you can "wake up" is from sleep. Real sleep, not what I'm getting now with the medication. Proper sleep. I 

I was looking at the drawings I posted photos of earlier, and it says "Only the sleeping can wake" and that's how I figured it out. I can't believe I didn't realise it beforehand...

I'll post a Kitten Monday tomorrow, on Tuesday. I would post one now but I'm meant to be studying so I only have time for one short post, but I promise you all, Kittens tomorrow. I won't go back on my word!

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

The mystery of the note that never was

Sorry guys, no kitten monday this week. First, I've had to start braving the Dreams and getting more than a few hours sleep per night because mock examinations are coming up, and although I'm less tired it means I'm getting disoriented and cranky all the time.

Second is about the notes.

First: I tried to photograph one of the notes (one of the WAKE UP ones, not in my handwriting) to show you guys in the weekend. Result:

What the fuck?

Notes from Tiktok appear to be just fine and one of the notes from whom I don't know the sender is also fine. Actually, while I'm on that topic, does anyone know the significance of the phrase "Try to believe"? I got a couple of notes with that written on it and I don't think they're from Tiktok or the same person as the "wake up" notes. Does anybody know?

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

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