What My Soul Does When I Am Asleep
Meet Gaby, a fifteen-year-old who harbours a peculiar belief: her soul leaves her body when she drifts off to sleep. In the realm of dreams, she experiences vivid, larger-than-life visions that stretch the limits of reality. These extraordinary dreams unfold on a grand scale, feeling more tangible and substantial than mere figments of the imagination.
When tragedy strikes and Barclay falls into a coma following a devastating car accident, Gaby's nocturnal odyssey takes an unforeseen turn. Each night, under the eerie presence of a lemon tree, Barclay and Gaby encounter one another in the realm of dreams. Their connection transcends the boundaries of the physical world, linking their destinies in ways neither of them could have anticipated.
However, as Gaby's grandmother falls gravely ill, she finds herself in a hospital room filled with unfamiliar faces, including a comatose boy lying next to her beloved relative. Initially unaware of Barclay's identity, Gaby's dreams take a sinister turn once recognition dawns upon her. She realizes that saving Barclay and guiding him back home is now her paramount mission.
As Gaby ventures deeper into the mysterious and perilous realm of dreams, she must confront her own fears and unravel the dark forces that threaten to consume them both. Armed with determination and unwavering resolve, she embarks on a perilous quest to rescue Barclay from the clutches of the unknown.
What My Soul Does When I Am Asleep delves into the heart of horror, seamlessly blending elements of supernatural suspense and spine-chilling thrills. Brace yourself for a gripping narrative that blurs the boundaries between dreams and reality, plunging you into a world where the unimaginable becomes tangible.
- YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Horror
- YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Paranormal, Occult & Supernatural
- YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Social Themes / Death, Grief, Bereavement
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“I’m serious. My soul does leave my body when I am asleep.”
“Nonsense, Gaby,” my mum exclaims as she turns away from me and walks across the cream coloured tiles in the kitchen toward the counter where the kettle waits for her.
“Why won’t you believe me?” I ask with a definite tone of despair in my voice.
She sighs and even without turning back to me I can tell she is probably rolling her eyes. “Because it is highly improbable. Your soul cannot separate from your body. Your soul only leaves your body once, and that is when you die.”
Feeling a little frightened, I slip off the chair by the breakfast counter and storm out of the kitchen.
Am I dying every night?
I brush past my dad as he comes down the stairs. He is freshly showered and shaved; the spicy scent of his aftershave surrounds me in a pleasant, familiar smell. He beams a cheerful smile in my direction while I grimace. He is a morning person, and it really works on my nerves that anybody could be so happy so early in the morning.
“Good morning, Sunshine.”
“Morning,” I mumble on my way past him. Only he will know why he would call me Sunshine when I obviously look more like a Thundercloud.
He starts to whistle a tune, not in the least bothered by my mood—as always. I am definitely not a morning person, and thus one of the reasons why I believe my soul goes gallivanting at night when it is supposed to be resting. I always wake up tired, no matter how long I sleep, and I always seem to wake up violently, with a jerk, which is probably when my soul rushes back to my body after a night of wandering around.
In my room, I trip over the pile of laundry in front of my bed and knock my knee against the wooden leg of the foot-end of my bed. I curse under my breath and make a sideways flip onto my dishevelled bed. Usually, I do make my bed before I go down to get breakfast, and typically my room is relatively tidy. Not as neat as my mum wants it to be, but I know where everything is and if she makes me clean more than I usually do, I will be lost and looking for my stuff continuously. I like to refer to my decorating skills as organized chaos.
I mumble to the ceiling, “There must be an explanation.”
I am one of those people who are referred to as ‘sleeps like the dead,’ because once I fall asleep, I am gone—like genuinely gone, and I doubt even a bomb exploding right next to my bed can wake me up. I always wake up brutally, with a dry mouth and a sore throat. Most importantly, my dreams are vivid, multi-coloured, mega screen three-dimensional dreams. When I wake up it feels as if I have really experienced the things I dream. I do not dream silly things like suddenly acquiring the ability to fly or turn into candy floss and then proceed to eat myself like Isaac, my brother, did the other night. My mum rushed to her computer that day to Google the meaning of his dream, because it was a weird dream, yet when I try to talk to her about my dreams and the fact that I believe my soul goes roving at night, she scoffs. It is really not fair.
Book Details
Imprint : Fiction for the Soul Books
ISBN : 9781393081364
First Published Date : 19 May 2015
Language : English
Reading age : 13+
Pages : 184
Words : 36,876
Format : ePub & PDF (you own the files)
Read on : Kindle, Apple, Android devices, Google Play Books, Nook, Kobo eReaders, Computers.
Delivery Time and Method : Downloads will be emailed immediately upon purchase.
Keywords : Young Adult Horror, Supernatural Thriller, Dream Realm Horror Book, Metaphysical Fiction, Paranormal Adventure Book, Psychological Suspense Fiction, Out-of-Body Experience
