And that was all. Back to the cube came its flashing lights.
Ab'nath-Jawg scratched his balding head. "A very odd dream," he admitted. "Do you know the girl?"
"She is Cluny-ann, my betrothed."
"A mutant?" demanded the psych-tech.
"No. But then, neither am I."
"Yet you both look like mutants in the dream. Interesting."
Ker-jon frowned. "I didn't come here to show you something interesting; I came to have the dream explained. Last night was the sixth time. The same pattern, no change."
"Relax, my friend. These things take time. Strange, we don't understand the radio with which we communicate between sections of our Ark, but histories will tell you that both radio and dream-machine function on the same principle. I don't understand radio; I can only guess, but the dream-machine I know. The recorder is stimulated by electro-magnetic waves from the cerebrus when you dream. The projector takes these vibrations and reproduces the dream itself. A to B, back to A again. Simple."
Ker-jon shook his head wearily. "I didn't come for that, either. I know the theory—"
"Patience! Will you have patience? I will submit the record to a staff meeting of psych-techs this afternoon, and we'll have an interpretation ready for you tomorrow."