Dream Forgetters

No dreams filled their minds. No dreams they would remember in the morning anyway. Everyone dreams, every night. But chemicals filled their brains. All of them. Every last soul in Gamertsfelder had chemicals and electricity in them. 
What else do souls have in them? Robert Fulghum asked where do the mermaids stand? and somebody, not just anybody, wants to know, what is in souls? Souls account for a lot in this world but for the life of somebody, not just anybody, how do they contain anything? Anything at all? 
Don’t lives have to be in something? But souls aren’t like Tupperware containers. Are they? Or like empty gas cans in a shed somewhere in Ohio, just waiting to be filled…with life…or dreams.
Everyone dreams, every night. But no one in Gamertsfelder would remember a dream come Sunday morning when a sheepish star began climbing to light up their life, no pun intended, as the necessary and sufficient condition for all of them, those ingrates and dream forgetters!

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