"Yes. I know." She moved closer still. Her voice was even softer. "Darling." "Shut up!" She shrank away from him. He was aware that her eyes were on him. Suddenly she laughed, softly. "Oh, good! You're jealous." Had she read his mind? "I am not jealous. Shut up. This is no time for talk." In spite of what he said she moved closer. Under his breath he swore at her. In the distance he seemed to catch the mutter of shouted voices. "I tell you I saw him!" one voice screamed. "Look!" Wild excitement was in Martin's tone. "Look! He _is_ floating." Johnson felt his heart beat pick up. The projected scene revealed that Unger was actually floating. "If the recorder caught it like that it actually happened that way!" Martin screamed. "You can't hypnotize a recorder." But was it real? Was the Dreamer really floating? Desperately Johnson wanted to see with all his eyes. "We will watch Unger for you," the corners of his eyes whispered. Johnson dared to look at the projected picture. There was no mistaking the evidence. The Dreamer was floating. No wires lifted him. The recorder would have caught wires. "This floating is no fraud," Unger said softly. "We Dreamers know and manipulate and use forces--" "Anti-gravity!" Martin screamed. "With anti-gravity comes ships to the stars!" "We Dreamers know certain forces, certain energy states, which we manipulate--" Crash! The door went down. The bar was torn from its sockets by the sudden pressure applied against it. Through the opening a knife came, crashed against the wall. Then another and another. In Vee Vee's and Caldwell's hands the zit guns throbbed. Venusians stumbled through the doorway. "This way," Unger said, moving toward the farther wall. Martin snatched the recorder from the table and turned the light beam on a Venusian trying to get through the door. He dodged backward. From the Room of the Dreaming a babble of angry voices arose. "This way," Unger repeated. The door was open in the farther wall. The humans dived through it. Unger closed it and followed them. They found themselves in darkness. Martin turned the recorder on it. The light from it revealed a tunnel. Unger moved forward. "Follow, please." "These Dreamers do know something," Martin was babbling to Johnson. "They have latched on to vital secrets of nature. I don't know what else they've got but that secret of floating is...." "There are many secrets," Unger said as he moved ahead of them. "In the last analysis perhaps there is only one secret, one energy, but this energy takes many forms." "How do you do this dreaming?" Martin questioned.