[the entire Voyager crew is having nightmares about the same alien]
Captain Janeway: Tell me more about your dream. Where exactly did you see the alien?
Tuvok: As a matter of fact, it was here in the turbolift.
Captain Janeway: What happened?
Tuvok: The alien simply stared at me, as if scrutinizing my appearance.
Captain Janeway: That's what happened in my dream. What did you do?
Tuvok: I returned to my quarters.
Captain Janeway: Did the alien follow you?
Tuvok: He did.
Captain Janeway: And then?
Tuvok: He watched me.
Captain Janeway: Doing what?
Tuvok: Getting dressed.
Captain Janeway: *Getting* dressed?
Captain Janeway: I don't suppose I should ask why you were undressed?
Tuvok: I would prefer that you didn't.
Captain Janeway: Either I've become impervious to antimatter explosions... or we're still dreaming.
B'Elanna Torres: I wonder what a Vulcan nightmare would be like.
Neelix: Alone, exiled, on a planet where the only form of communication... is laughter.
Tom Paris: Let's go skiing. How about... St. Moritz?
B'Elanna Torres: We went skiing last time.
Tom Paris: And you loved it. You're getting really good, you know.
B'Elanna Torres: I just thought maybe we could run a program where the windchill factor wasn't 30 below zero. Like... Fiji. Or Samoa.
Tom Paris: [scoffs] There's nothing to do there!
B'Elanna Torres: And you can be warm while you're not doing it!
Neelix: ...And the next thing I knew, I was being boiled alive in a pot of my own leola root stew.
B'Elanna Torres: Talk about a nightmare!
Neelix: Well, it was perfectly seasoned.
Captain Janeway: Wait a minute... If Chakotay was dreaming and he woke up - what are we doing here?
Tuvok: Perhaps we are dreaming as well.
B'Elanna Torres: Now I'm lost.
Neelix: You're not the only one.
Chakotay: I wonder... Do they ever wake up? How did they evolve this way?
Captain Janeway: We may never know. Sometimes first contact is last contact.
Chakotay: Neelix, I think it's time for breakfast.
Tom Paris: Neelix - did you have a rough night or something?
Neelix: Why do you ask?
Tom Paris: Because you just poured me a steaming cup of cooking oil.
B'Elanna Torres: We were just trading dream stories.
Neelix: Tell us yours.
Harry Kim: Oh, it was... nothing very interesting, just the usual... You know...
B'Elanna Torres: Who was she, Harry?
[Harry stares at her flabbergasted]
Harry Kim: The woman of my dreams!
The Doctor: Commander, I suggest we keep an open com-line. I may need to provide you with a verbal splash of cold water every now and then.
Dream Alien: [after one of the aliens suddenly disappears] What happened?
Captain Janeway: Looks like he woke up.
Chakotay: [after waking from a lucid dream] Well, it was certainly one of the most interesting away missions I've ever been on.
Neelix: Maybe this is all one person's dream. If for example mine, and none of you are really here.
B'Elanna Torres: Trust me, Neelix, I wish I weren't, but I'm here.
Captain Janeway: We have to let the rest of the crew know what's happening, that as long as they know they're in a dream, they can't be harmed.
B'Elanna Torres: And if the aliens try to stop us?
Captain Janeway: Then we turn this dreamworld of theirs... into a nightmare!
Chakotay: I found the cavern and your people. I'm there right now in the waking world, and it's all gonna be destroyed in less than two minutes, unless you deactivate that transmitter.
Dream Alien: If you are there, you'll be killed too. I think you're lying.
Chakotay: Oh, believe me, if I don't contact my ship, you and I are both gonna die in our sleep.
Dream Alien: Then wake yourself. And pray you never dream of us again.
The Doctor: Chief Medical Officer's log, stardate 51471.3 - With the neurogenic field neutralized, I've been successful in reviving the entire crew. Unfortunately, the experience has produced a troubling side effect for many of them - acute insomnia.