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[without-a-midnight-dream]

There is a building so tall it passes the clouds. This is called the rehabilitation center. The higher you go, the more serious your crimes. I'm at the very top floor, and to my surprise, everyone is my age.

The space is very colorful and bright, almost sickeningly so. Like some kind of funhouse of twisting corners and fake doors. We were all seating in a white space with weird sofas and chairs, and a tall, slim woman smilining stifly and unnaturally at us from ear to ear.

"Hello," she said, "we welcome you with open arms. I hope your stay here is plesant!" She looked around at all of us, hovering on each kid for a few seconds. "I would like for you all to tell me your perfered name and pronoun, and a fun little fact about you!"

As everyone took their turns and went, a boy was staring at me. I didn't question it and waited for my turn. "Alex," I lied, "they/them. I draw." She smiled then snapped her head toward the boy who was watching me.

"Zach," he said coldly, "he/him."

After this they broke us apart into small groups of four or five then led us to our shared rooms. Zach was a part of my group.

The bedroom was large, with many beds and closets and a single tv that only tuned into one channel. My bed was right next to Zach's.

As time went on, days turning to months, me and Zach became friends. It wasn't like we had much of an option, everyone else looked dead. It seemed the children here lost their life very quickly.

Zack liked to build game consoles. He'd strip parts away from the electronics while the woman wasn't looking, and then build small consols in our room. The games were never conplicated, pong, strange variations of what seemed like pacman. But they entertained us.

I woke Zach up late one night, and told him that we need to leave. To pack his bag and we'll run. He didn't stop to ask questions, just started packing anything he could into one bag, I did the same. "So are we going to bolt for the staircase?" He asked. "I think they'll catch us of we do that."

I shook my head. "No, the elevator. It runs on a backup generator that they can't control and leads straight to the basement where they have a bunch of cars parked." I smiled. "If we cut the main power, they can't stop us."

"Why do you know this?" Zach asked.

"How do you think I got in here?" I chimed back teasingly. "Im not like you and the other kids, I broke in."

"Why?"

"Curiosity."

We started moving, running quietly down the halls. It was nighttime, everyone was asleep and all the lights were off. The problem is that they turn on from noise. We reach the elevator and I look over to a supply closet across from the elevator. "Hide in here," I whispered, "i need to go shut off the main power line."

"What?" He whispered back.

"Just trust me. The moment you hear a loud click, it means the power is about to shut off, quickly move to get in the elevator because once the power is off the only way you can open those doors is from the inside." And I was gone. Running through hallways until I reach a small power room. Each floor had their own powerroom to shut off that specific floors power or water, but the very top floor and very bottom floor both had complete shutdown systems.

It wasn't very hard to do, the idiots left the room unguarded.

I started running back but I froze and lept to hid in a bathroom. The staff are searching for us. I cursed under my breath, gathered my thoughts, and tried to think of a way out of this. Then the bathroom door opened.

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I walked into a store, and for some reason I was talking in a British accent. I just walked up to some lady and started talking and I remember what I said so clearly. I said this to this random woman, "not a bad lad you know despite not havin' much to offer down there. Not like he's self conscious about it, but his knickers always get into a twist when I find a ruler and whip out my own wee Johnson so we can have a measureing contest. Honestly though, he's just mad because I always win."

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A shabby looking house in the middle of a cast feukd of canola, made of rotting wood, broken shingles and cracked pains, fenced in with a tall chicken wire fence, a rough gravel path that lead to it.

I was a man, he was tall with brown hair. He walked into the house and the front door opened into something like a maze, children (a boy and a girl) could be heard talking and screaming although it was quiet (like a whisper, you had to strain yourself to understand them). For the first few turns it was okay, then a wolf (or maybe a large dog?) Started chasing him. He ran.

Then he found himself in the second room. It had a large tree in it covered in vines that were constantly grabbing at him. For some reason he kept on saying "don't stop moving" to himself as he climbed up the tree. There was a woman following him, as well as a cat (a large cat, about the size of a lynx but the appearance of a barn cat). He seemed to know the woman (i think he was talking to the woman).

Finally, he reached the last room, the roof, and I was now looking though the eyes of the woman. I heard the children again, and she jumped off the roof.

My eyes closed and when I opened then I was a woman again, i don't know if it was the same woman or not, but this time I was outside of the house looking around. At some point the wolf and the cat had come outside and were chasing me. I had hopped the fence and was now in the feilds. I guess the animals couldn't cross the fence or go around, so they just watched me as I paced around and watched the house. I wasn't just watching the house, I was watching the children and their parents.

I don't remember everything, but something happened between the children and their parents. Now they're all dead. I think the man and woman are investigators of some sort.

At some point  I decided to hop back over and I was on the roof again. Then I woke up.