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I am in a competition where we must kill each other and one will win. me and a few friends hold our breaths underwater and swim away, faking the judges so that we can escape the game and live. a friend's dad picks us up in a car and drives far away to safety. In the meantime, the judges from american idol are hunting us down, and they find one of my friends and stab her in the back with a knife, causing her to cry out and die a painful death. i am walking down a familiar path. i know where i am going, but i can't see. i have to trust my inhibitions to know that i am making the right turns.

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It started out with a zombie apocalypse, I didn’t see any zombies I just knew it. I’m out in the hot summer run in a lush green forest, looking for food and shelter. There’s a rustle behind me and I turn, hunter’s knife in hand and it’s an older man with a little kid hiding behind him. They look hungry, hungrier than me. I ask him why dosent he try out for our district’s competition. Sure it’s a zombie apocalypse but we still had a form of government. And this one held a competition twice a year for the common people to live in the capital if they won, runner ups get food. We travel to the compound where it’s being held. Like a metal auditorium, small and the steel is surprisingly not boiling hot. I trained the little girl in preparation for the competition, I’ve grown close with her and her dad. Revealing I had competed when I was 16 and won. But now I was living as an outsider. The compound soon fills with families also competing. We get sat next to a redhead family, I can tell something is off with the dad by the way he sighs as he watches his young twin daughter play. We fill out paperwork as the 13 or so judges come in and take their seats. I recognized a few but one knew me. He smiles and tilts his head in a respectful way. I turn away feeling my face go red. First is the kids spouting off facts about our government. Next to compete are the fathers. They’re made to kill zombies, the red head father almost died. A zombie aiming for his neck, I kicked it away from me and the girls and the guy I’m with kills it. The night ends, the judges leave but we are made to sleep on the steel benches and dirt floor. There’s a small lamp, I remember someone once telling me the capital uses these little lamps to signal for electricity. Turning it off is considered a crime. I’ve competed before, I know what comes the next day. I know I’m the only one awake, I turned it off to give me an extra leg up in tomorrow’s competition. Then it’s tomorrow, everyone wakes. No one notices the lamp. The judges come back, the one I know personally gives me a smile as he sits. I hear whispers. The capital holds this event twice a year because they’re struggling to keep people alive in their secluded area. It’s true. I used to live there so I know it is true. I say nothing, no one can know I competed before. I need to help the little girl and her father, they’re my friends. It’s time to complete. I look over at the tired red headed father and know immediately what he is thinking. I whisper to him, don’t kill yourself, your daughters and wife need you. He looks surprised, I shrug and get down from my seat and stand near his wife. There’s a song we are meant to sing but the tablet with the lyrics isn’t working. There’s no electricity, I made sure of that. I know the default song, it’s the district’s anthem. They have us sing it while they wrote our scores. I sing soft for the parts I know I won’t get right and belt out the parts I know I can nail. This is how I was taught to sing. By the judge that I know. He looks proud I remembered his teachings from when I was younger. I hold back a grimace. They give us our scores, we have to add them together. There’s comments left next to the scores. I notice the judge I know left me a x8. I can multiply my entire score by 8 to get the highest score and win. He leaves me a flirty compliment. The dream ends before I can get my final score.

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I was in a competition and all of the candidates were split into three teams with the task of creating a drama performance for the judges. I was the leader of one team and I was convinced that we would have a good chance of winning. The performance seemed to go well but them the other two teams seemed to perform far better even though their leaders, one of them being a past friend of mine and the other being a new friend, had no previous experience in drama. The dream ended with me entering a confused state as I realised that they were better than me and I thought I had no talent.

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My dream started with me being at Chesapeake High School. There was a fundraiser in which people would make the best homemade orange juice. People had stands set up all in the cafeteria and were ready to be judged for the grand prize. I wanted mine to be the freshest so I was going to wait to squeeze the orange until the judges came over. When they came to my stand, I reached under my table for oranges, but I realized I didn’t have any. I forgot to bring them and I lost the contest because I didn’t have any orange juice for the judges to taste.

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My family and I had moved to a large city and there was a cast iron fence around the house but the gates were unlocked and i went inside and stated to my adult daughter that we needed to make sure that we kept the gates locked because anyone could walk into our house and take everything or kill us. At that point my son who is clean cut and also in prison awaiting appeal walks in with long hair with blond streaks with a bandana wrapped around his forehead. I asked him why his hair was like that and he stated that it was his wig. He then stated to me that he needed to hurry because he had 3 days to move out as the landlord only charged him 3 dollars so he needed to hurry. We have been waiting for his appeal and this is the third time that he will be going in front of the judges, The first was when he on trial, then the first appeal that was brought forward by the DA and now we are waiting for the appellate court so that we can hopefully get the case thrown out. To see my son free and stating that he only had 3 days to move at the cost of 3 dollars to hold the place and also the wrought iron gate that should have been locked and was situated right in front of the door.

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