Luthor drained another glass and refilled it. His gaze fell on the big cat as well.
The light reflected off his bald head beneath the carriage's yellow lamps. Having changed the subject, he asked Deathstroke again,
"Can you tell me about the Dream of a Thousand Cats? I'm not Cyborg. Asking Batwoman won't get me anywhere."
"It's not that I don't want to tell you. You just don't need to know too much, because it is a dream by nature—a very pure dream."
Deathstroke rubbed the cat's head, messing up the images on its body. Yet the big cat on his lap seemed quite comfortable, purring away, so he continued,
"You can see it on my lap right now, can't you? But it isn't actually here, and Daniel isn't here either. Yet if you close your eyes, you'll find that they are here too."
The cat was a dream, and Daniel was a dream as well, but the two could not be equated. There was only one Dream, and only one member of the Endless responsible for ruling dreams.
As though he had heard a riddle, Luthor frowned. A man who considered himself among the brightest minds could not accept the fact that he failed to understand something.
So he actually followed Deathstroke's suggestion.
But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was darkness.
He looked at Deathstroke again, even more puzzled.
As if he had read his doubts and thoughts, Su Ming spread his hands and gave an irrefutable answer:
"No one can guarantee they'll dream every day, can they? No matter how much money you have, how advanced your technology or magic is, you can't dictate when you dream, what you dream about, or when you wake up. Lex, when was the last time you dreamed?"
Luthor