La Memoire De L'Humain

Deep in the depths of my mind, I drift into Australian dreamtime. I feel like I'm drifting in deep water as I'm surrounded by all these Aboriginal patterns, which become distorted and swirling as I hear Slomo's voice call my name loudly. I try to reach out to grab his hand, but then, Cyborg arrives and grabs him by the scruff of his neck. He screams, "Intruder alert!" non stop until he starts yelling in pain. At last, I wake up. It's only a dream.