Nemo had a dreadful sense that this dream was different. Instead of a gently surreal journey to Slumberland, he saw something he feared was of his own future, and it frightened him terribly. He encountered a seascape of adventure to be sure, but also great destruction, tragedy and death.
Then he awoke, as he always did. But this time there would be no consoling him, no escape from the haunting visions. Nemo refused to sleep after that night, throwing his mother and father into a panic, sending for this doctor and that. After many days of decline, they feared he would perish of this mysterious affliction. They may have been right, except for that first fateful pre-dawn day of Autumn, when the knock at the door came.
And the only person awake in the house to answer, was Nemo.