Soul Drifter: What My Soul Does When I Am Asleep

More than just a dream. Gaby is convinced her soul leaves when she is fast asleep. Gaby has vivid, three-dimensional, mega screen dreams, but they seem too real to merely be dreams, and it feels as if she actually does experience the things she dreams about. Then she starts dreaming of a building, which terrifies her, and she knows she needs to find something or someone - who or what she does not know. In the building, she encounters a thing, and she knows if it gets her, she will die, even if it is only a dream. Then she finds Barclay, the one she has been meeting under the lemon tree in her dreams. Will she find what she is looking for even if it makes her afraid? Is Heaven really as far away as she thinks it is? What Gaby discovers has the possibility to be frightening.

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The darkness is forever. Although I have only climbed up one flight of stairs, the void beneath me is limitless.
I want to turn around and go back down the stairs, but I feel compelled to continue up the stairs. I have this feeling of looking for something. I must find it. If I do not, it will always be lost.
The wallpaper on the walls next to me are faded to a grey colour, and whatever colour it used to be before has been sucked out of it by age and decay. The wood panelling on the roof is dull. I take a few steps on the landing and then there is a choice. I must either proceed along a passage so dark I cannot see where it leads, or climb up the next flight of stairs of which I can only see the first two steps immediately in front of me.
I take a breath so deep, my chest lifts dramatically, and then I let go of the bannister.
Stepping away from the bannister, I keep my arm out straight, ready to grab onto the bannister again, if necessary.
Another step, and then another two steps. I look back and I cannot see the bannister any more. Panic starts to fill me, and then I remember I need to find something. I must, must find it.
Stepping into the dark corridor, I keep mumbling to myself, "Don't be scared. Don't be afraid. You can control this." I don't believe a word falling from my own lips.

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