SYMBIOGRAPHYBy William Hjorstberg
PAR SONDAK’S HOUSE was set on automatic. Beyond the garden,concealed sensory-indicators probed the waiting night. All rooms butone were disconnected until morning, windows and doors sealed, air-conditioners silent; deep in the sub-basement, the accumulator and power-distributor idled. Only Sondak’s soundproof studio remainedactive. There, in the padded, ovoid chamber, Par Sondak slept; hisswollen, pink body curled, knees drawn almost to his chest, his thumbin his mouth.Adjoining the egg-shaped studio hummed a unit housing theencephalograph probes, high-density recorders, mode storage banks,duplication and mix-machinery; the tools of the trade. While theDreamer slept, folded like an embryo, a circuited crown of receptorsand transmitters banded his smooth, unwrinkled brow. This equipmentcaptured and preserved the subtle essence of his art.The dream was standard Sondak escape adventure: swordplay, a cutrose, distant hoofbeats on a moonlit road, the awesome stillness of thescaffold. Attention to detail made all of Sondak’s dreams memorable;his feeling for place and period was unlike any other Dreamer’s.Sondak’s career was in its eighty-fifth year and over three-hundred of his dreams remained in public circulation.