Dearest Diary,

You are not going to believe what I have just discovered about Klonoa. I knew this was inevitable, but I was not expecting it to happen so early.

Earlier this morning I was woken up by the sound of crying. It was Klonoa, crying harder than I've ever heard him cry. I rushed to his aid to try and calm him down. At first, I assumed that he must have had a bad dream, but he's had nightmares before and they've never left him this distraught. It must have been such a realistic dream as well because the boy was so confused about where he was and he was even unsure of who his own grandma was until he calmed down enough to see clearly.

He was talking about something called a "Phantomile", I was rather confused as to what he was saying until he mentioned his "Grandpa". I was taken aback that he apparently saw his Grandpa in his vision. What the heavens happened in this dream of his? And why was my darling Novan apparently there as well?

Once he got out of bed and had a drink of water to calm his nerves, I asked him to explain everything he could remember from his dream. But as he explained, I started to come to a shocking realisation. The strange places he visited, the people he met, both good and evil, and the fact that he even used a golden ring as a weapon. HER ring. Eventually, I showed Klonoa a picture of me and Novan, his Grandpa, and as soon as he pointed out that my husband was NOT the Grandpa he thought he knew, my theory was all but confirmed.

Klonoa was a Dream Traveller, like his mother before him!

The poor boy must be so frazzled over what happened to him in his dream. His first ever adventure, the first time he's used his powers. What happened on that adventure that left him so scared and broken once he returned home? Lorna's first adventure didn't leave her this distressed.

I will give him a day or so to rest his body and soul, then I will explain everything.

Tomorrow is another day,

Elise