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Data, there you are.

We need to install that plasma conduit
right away.

We're bringing the new warp core
online in less than three hours.

I will go to deck 20
and begin modifications.

Great. I'll meet you in engineering
as soon as you're finished there.

This ought to be a lot of fun.

Data: Excuse me.

Do you have authorization
to work in this area?

You are dismantling
a warp plasma conduit.

I must ask you to stop.

Man: Be quiet.

Picard:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship enterprise.

Its continuing mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 47225.7.

Commander la forge has completed
the installation of our new warp core.

We are preparing to test
its capabilities.

Something wrong, sir?

I just got a message
from starfleet command.

- Bad news?
- You could say that.

I've been invited to the annual
starfleet admirals' banquet.

My condolences.

I've managed to avoid it
for the past six years,

but now it would seem
that my luck has run out.

Can't think of anything
more tedious.

Fifty admirals shaking hands,

making dull conversation,
uninteresting food, boring speeches.

Can't you think of some excuse
to get out of it?

After six years, number one,
I don't think I have any excuses left.

Geordi, have you ever had
a nightmare?

Yeah, sure, data.
Everybody does from time to time.

I have had 111 dreams

since I first discovered this program
nine months ago.

In all of that time,
I have never experienced

such strange
and disturbing imagery.

I believe it was a nightmare.

Yeah, well, nightmares
are a part of dreaming, data.

Maybe you've just discovered
another level to your program.

Perhaps.

I have also noted that I am spending
an inordinate amount of time

thinking about nightmare imagery.

One could almost say
I am preoccupied.

Well, it's perfectly normal, data.
Sometimes when I have a nightmare,

I can't shake that weird feeling
for a couple of days.

Tyler: Commander la forge?

Speaking of nightmares...

I just finished recalibrating
the starboard eps module.

That's great, ensign. Thank you.

It's just like you said.

Reset the power tap,
and the module came right online.

You have such a wonderful grasp
of engineering principles.

I'm learning so much
just being around you.

Ahem. I'll tell you what,

why don't you help Farrel
check out the deuterium cartridges?

We're just about to bring
the warp core online, all right?

Anything you say.

Geordi, you do not seem to appreciate
ensign Tyler's enthusiasm.

She's enthusiastic all right.
About me.

I do not understand.

She's got a crush on me, data.

- Oh. You do not share her affection?
- Exactly.

And quite frankly, it's beginning
to get a little bit uncomfortable.

I believe I understand.
You are concerned

about unintentionally hurting
ensign Tyler's feelings.

Yeah, something like that.

It would appear that you require
a third party

to intervene on your behalf.
I will be happy to speak to her.

No, data, I'll take care of it myself.
Thanks.

Geordi, when I first awoke
from my nightmare,

there was a brief moment when I...

Picard:
Bridge to commander la forge.

What's our status?

We're ready to bring the new core
online, captain. Stand by.

All right, let's do it.

Initializing
deuterium-infusion sequence.

It's a thing of beauty, isn't it?

Now, let's see how fast she can run.

La forge to bridge.

Warp power at your discretion,
captain.

Acknowledged.

Ensign gates,
set course for starbase 219, warp six.

Engage.

Engage.

Bridge to engineering. Mr. La forge,
why isn't my ship moving?

I'm on it, captain.

There's a warp plasma conduit
out of alignment.

But I think I've got it fixed now.
Ready, sir.

Very well. Ensign gates.

- Mr. La forge...
- Stand by, captain.

Captain, I am taking
the warp coil engines off-line.

La forge to bridge. I'm sorry, sir,

but we're gonna have to reconfigure
this plasma conduit.

It's gonna take at least
a couple of hours, sir.

Enter.

- Hello, data.
- Counselor.

What are you doing?

I've been watching spot sleep.

In the past 15 minutes,
he has had 12 muscle spasms,

which indicates he was dreaming.

I have often wondered
what spot dreams about.

His twitching and rapid breathing
would seem to suggest anxiety.

But spot has never seen a mouse
or any other form of rodentia.

He has never encountered an insect
or been chased by a canine.

I understand you've had
some interesting dreams recently.

Geordi was worried about you

and he wanted me to check in
and see how you were doing.

That was very thoughtful of him.

I've been debating whether or not
to initiate another dream sequence.

Because of the nightmares?

I have found them to be quite...

Unsettling.

Data, you shouldn't be afraid
of dark imagery in your dreams.

It's a natural expression
of your unconscious.

If you have an unconscious.

I'm not sure
how your positronic brain works,

but if it's anything like ours,
then there's a part of you

that's trying to express itself
through your dream state.

And I think you should allow yourself
to experience it.

As Sigmund Freud said:

"Dreams are the royal road
to the knowledge of the mind."

Hmm. Thank you, counselor.

I believe I will initiate
a dream program now.

Let me know how it goes.
Good night, data.

Good night, counselor.

Good night, spot.

Computer, dim lights.

Delicious.

What kind of cake are you eating?

It is a cellular peptide cake.
With mint frosting.

- Would you like a bite?
- No, thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Worf.

Aren't you going to answer that,
Mr. Data?

- Sir?
- That damn ringing.

Answer it, will you?

Yes, sir.

Please identify yourselves.

I must ask what you are trying to...

Be quiet.

Please, don't hurt me, data.

I am sorry, counselor.

No, don't. No, no, data.

What is wrong?

We've been trying to wake you
for the last five minutes.

When you didn't show up on time
in engineering, I got worried.

My internal chronometer
was supposed to wake me

35 minutes ago.

You must have overslept.

That is not possible.

Something is wrong.

I can't find anything wrong
with your internal time base.

As far as I can tell,
your primary systems check out fine.

I will compare my autonomic logs
with the ship's chronometer.

Perhaps
we have overlooked something.

You know, data.

There's an awful lot we don't know
about your dream program.

Maybe it was designed to cause
side effects.

I mean, for all we know,
Dr. Soong might have intended

for you to oversleep from time to time
as part of the human experience.

It is a possibility. However,
I would prefer to make certain

there are no anomalies
in my neural net.

You know, I'm curious.

What were you dreaming about
when we woke you up?

I have not fully assimilated
its impact.

I would prefer to study the images
further before discussing them.

Mm-hm. Sounds like it must
have been pretty strange.

Strange is not a sufficient adjective
to describe the experience.

Tell me more about this cake.

It is difficult to explain.

Counselor troi's body was a cake.

Her upper body.

Describe the knife you used
to cut the counselor.

It had a black handle
and a serrated blade,

and it was quite long.

- How long?
- Twenty-five centimeters in length.

And what happened next?

One of the workmen
pointed to her right shoulder.

At that moment,

I had an ovennhelming urge
to cut a piece out of the cake.

- And did you?
- Yes.

As I began slicing the cake,

she reacted as though
I was causing her pain.

Yet I could not stop cutting.

- That is when I woke up.
- Hm.

- Dr. Freud, I am curious...
- Eh-eh-eh-eh.

I am curious.
What do my nightmares mean?

I believe you are experiencing
a classic dismemberment dream.

Or in your case,
being a mechanical man,

a dismantlement dream.

I do not understand.

Your mechanistic qualities
are trying to reassert themselves

over your human tendencies.

Ego and ID
struggling for domination.

The workmen symbolize
the ever-present ID

constantly working
to destroy the ego.

Now, the image of counselor troi,
a female, is devoured by you,

clearly indicating
an unconscious desire

to possess your own mother.

- But I do not have a mother.
- Do not interrupt.

The knife and its violent connotation

suggests a certain feeling
of sexual inadequacy.

But I have no sexual desire.

Ah! Impotence on top of everything.
It is all becoming clear to me now.

There might be a paper in this.

I do not believe I am being helped
by this session.

Classic transference.
Your anger toward me

is in fact the animosity you feel
toward your father.

You are a polymorphously
perverse individual, Mr. Data.

And I recommend
full psychoanalysis.

I believe I can fit you in
next Tuesday.

That will not be necessary.

Computer, end program.

Captain, incoming message
from admiral Nakamura.

On-screen.

Captain. We were expecting you
this morning.

Is there a problem?

Actually, we have been experiencing
a few minor difficulties

with our new warp core,

but my chief engineer assures me that
we will be undennay within the hour.

You're not trying to avoid
this particular engagement,

are you, picard?

No, no, certainly not.
I'm really looking fonnard to it.

Good. I'll expect you soon.

Nakamura out.

- I think he's on to you, sir.
- Mm.

- La forge: La forge to bridge.
- Go ahead, geordi.

We've just started it up, captain.
All systems are holding steady.

Ready when you are, sir.

Ensign gates.

Set a course.

And engage.

Picard: Engineering, report.

The warp field has collapsed, sir.

It looks like we've blown
the entire power converter, captain.

Impulse engines are down too.
We're not going anywhere.

But I know just how to fix this.
Give me two, three hours tops.

Talk about going nowhere fast.

Mr. Worf,
open a channel to starbase 219.

Advise admiral Nakamura,
I'll be a little later than I thought.

Aye, sir.

Tyler, how are you coming
with that relay diagnostic?

Almost done, sir.

Excuse me.
I need the plasma inverter.

It appears ensign Tyler
still has a crush on you.

- It is clear you did not speak to her.
- No, data, I haven't had the time.

Listen,
I want you to take this brace coil

and run a metallurgical scan on it
for me.

See if there are any microfractures.

Something wrong, data?

I am reminded of a recent dream.

This brace is reminiscent of—-

Riker: Are you going to answer that,
commander?

What are you waiting for? Answer it.

Hello?

Freud: Kill them.

You must kill them all
before it's too late.

La forge: Data.

Data, what's wrong?

I do not know.

Data: Everything seems to remind me
of the nightmare.

Objects, sounds, smells.

And now I have seen elements
of the dream in a waking state.

I cannot explain it.

Data, if you were one
of my human patients,

I might be concerned right now.

I'd say you'd had a waking dream
or an hallucination.

But you're not human.

I think we might be looking
at some kind of technological problem.

I have run three complete
self-diagnostics.

All of my systems
are functioning normally.

Perhaps Dr. Freud was correct.

The knife I dreamed about

is the embodiment of my unconscious
desire to inflict violence.

Data, even Freud said,
"sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."

But the bottom line is,
I think you're developing

an almost obsessive interest
in your own inner workings.

I'd almost call it
the beginnings of a neurosis.

- That is not possible.
- Why not?

You've eliminated
all the technical explanations.

And it makes sense that as your
neural net becomes more complex,

more human,
that you might experience

the same kind of psychological
complexities as a human.

Do you really think that is possible?

Data, you must be the first person
who's come into my office

and been excited
at the prospect of a new neurosis.

But, yes, I do think it's possible,

and I'd like to start counseling you
on a regular basis.

- Daily?
- No, we'll start weekly.

And as a first step, I'd like you
to shut down your dream program

until our next session,
just to be on the safe side.

Give yourself a chance
to reflect on this experience.

Thank you, counselor.
I look foward to our next meeting.

And, data...

Next time,
see me before you see Sigmund.

Admiral, I can explain.

Admiral: Let me guess.

Your new warp core
is malfunctioning again.

Unfortunately, the problem
has affected our impulse systems.

At the moment, we are adrift.

Are you expecting
to have this problem fixed soon

or shall we send out a tow ship
to bring you in?

That will not be necessary.

I have every confidence
in my engineering staff.

I will be at the banquet on time.

Picard out.

Have you tried reconfiguring
the plasma conduits?

Yes, captain, two hours ago.

What about the relays?

Are you absolutely certain that
you don't need a new phase inverter?

I am currently running
a level-3 diagnostic of the relays, sir.

We will have the results of the analysis
in approximately 10 minutes.

I see.

Oh, perhaps I could reconfigure
these isolinear chips.

No, sir, please don't touch that.

Captain, commander data and I
have the situation under control.

Now, if you'd just let us take care of it,
the work would go much faster.

Captain? We could use an extra hand
moving the containment pods.

If it wouldn't be an imposition.

Oh, no, not at all. I'd be delighted.

Good work, Tyler.
I thought he'd never leave.

Data, I want you to give me a hand
locking down this plasma cond...

Data?

Data?

Hello, data.

Are you all right?

What are you doing?

Hold very still, counselor.

Ever since you gave Alexander
that music program,

he's been playing it all night,
every night.

Just wanted to broaden
his horizons. Besides, he likes it.

It is screeching, pounding dissonance.
It is not music.

Worf, it's better than music. It's jazz.

Medical emergency.
Deck 17, section 3-Alpha.

Man: We 're on our way.

I believe I had another waking dream,
sir. But this time,

I had an uncontrollable urge
to eliminate the image I saw.

And what you saw was some sort
of mouth on troi's shoulder?

Yes, sir.

For a reason I cannot explain,
I had the need to destroy it.

What about me? Did you see one
of those mouths on my head as well?

No, sir.
I saw a straw coming out of your head.

A straw?

As I said before, these are all images
I originally experienced

in my dream program.

I do not have
a rational explanation for them.

Mr. La forge?

Captain, we've run
every possible diagnostic

on data's positronic net
we can think of.

We can't find anything wrong.
I could run a sub-polymer scan,

but it would take some time
to set up the equipment.

Make it so.

In the meantime, Mr. Data,
I'll have to relieve you of duty

and confine you to your quarters.

A sensible precaution, sir.

Deanna, you're in sickbay.
It's all right.

- Data?
- He's not here.

Just try to relax.

This vascular pad
has healed the wound.

But you've lost a lot of blood, so I
would like you to lie still for a while.

That's odd. There shouldn't be
any discoloration after the treatment.

- This looks like some sort of rash.
- What is it?

I'm picking up cellular degradation.

But it doesn't appear to be related
to the lacerations.

There's also some kind
of residual interphasic signature.

Nurse.

Bring me an interphasic scanner.
I wanna take a closer look at this.

Commander.

I will have to confiscate
your side arm.

Of course.

May I ask a personal favor?

Will you take care of spot for me?

Your animal.

I am afraid if I have another
waking dream, I might injure him.

Of course.

Spot, come here.

Unlike a canine,

spot does not respond
to verbal commands.

Goodbye, spot.

He will need to be fed once a day.

He prefers
feline supplement number 25.

- I understand.
- And he will require water.

And you must provide him
with a sandbox.

And you must talk to him.

Tell him he is a pretty cat.
And a good cat.

I will feed him.

Perhaps that will be enough.

Captain, we have a problem.
Take a look at this.

Her tissue is breaking down
on a cellular level.

And it's spreading.

At first, I thought it was a rash from
the coil brace she was stabbed with.

But when I used
the interphasic scanner, I found this.

Picard: What is it?

The question is, what are they?

I've tested all the medical staff,

and I've found them
on almost everyone so far.

The cellular decay is accelerating
in all cases.

I haven't found a way to stop it
or even slow it down.

Looks like you're infected too.

The organisms appear to be
attached to our epidermal layers

with osmotic tendrils.

They're tapping directly
into the bloodstream.

And from what I can tell,
they're spreading.

Riker:
What are we dealing with here?

Are these creatures feeding on us?

Yes, in a very particular way.

They appear to be extracting
our cellular peptides.

It's roughly analogous to the way
terran leeches consume hemoglobin.

If they're not removed soon,

our bodies are going to lose
all their cellular cohesion.

We'll collapse into nothing
but a few pounds of chemicals.

All right. Is there any way
that we can affect these organisms?

We've tried em radiation,
subspace fields,

thermal protons, nothing's worked.

They seem to exist
in some sort of interphasic state

just beyond our range
of visual and sensor acuity.

The only way we can see them
is to use an ip scanner.

Tricorders can't even pick them up.

Do we know where
these things came from, Mr. Worf?

Well, I scanned the vicinity
with an ip scanner.

There was no sign
of any similar creatures

or any unusual interphasic activity.

Picard: What about Mr. Data?

There must be some connection
between his odd behavior

and these creatures.
Is he infested as well?

No. I scanned him,
but I found nothing.

Data attacked counselor troi

because he saw a mouth
on her shoulder.

And it was in that same area
that we first saw one of the organisms.

Data also saw a straw in my head,

and then Beverly discovered
an organism in the same place.

Those images
are all part of data's dream.

Maybe somehow he is unconsciously
perceiving these creatures.

Then perhaps it is time that we took
a closer look at Mr. Data's dreams.

It is an interesting hypothesis.

If I am being affected
by these interphasic creatures

on an unconscious level,

it may also explain
my waking dreams

and my subsequent
antisocial behavior.

What we wanna do, data,
is link your neural net to the holodeck

and have you activate
your dream program,

so as you dream,
we can observe the dream images.

Perhaps we can learn more
about these creatures

by interpreting the symbols and images
of your dreams.

I see. The concept is similar
to the method of directed dreaming.

Exactly. How soon can you have
the link ready?

We'll need about an hour to establish
all the interface parameters.

Make it so.

In the meantime, Mr. Data,

I suggest
that you should prepare for bed.

I think we're ready, captain.

The link is active

and the holodeck has been calibrated
to data's neural net.

- Ready, Mr. Data?
- Yes, sir.

Normally, I would wish you
pleasant dreams.

But in this case,
bad dreams would be more helpful.

I understand, sir.

Initiating dream program. Stand by.

Let's be very observant.

Even the most insignificant image
could be a very important symbol.

Right.

Picard: Here he comes.

Can we speak to data directly
or would that wake him up?

He should be perceiving this
as just another part of his dream.

Anything we say to him
will be taken in that context.

You know,
that sounds like a telephone ringer,

but I don't see a receiver.

Oh. Thank you.

Look at that. Her right shoulder.

That is the same place
that data stabbed her.

In his waking dream, he said that
there was a mouth on her shoulder.

They're both symbols of consumption.
Mouth, food.

Mr. Data, what kind of cake is this?

It is a cellular peptide cake.

With mint frosting.

Cellular peptides. That's exactly
what the creatures are extracting.

Riker: Will someone answer
that damn ringing?

Captain, the ringing is getting worse.

What could the ringing symbolize?
A bell? Sound?

An old-fashioned way
of communicating?

Do you want some? It's delicious.

Will someone please get that?

Yes?

It's for you.

- Freud: Kill them.
- Kill who?

Kill them before it's too late.

Who is this?

I am Dr. Sigmund Freud.

How does he fit into all this?

If I were to interpret
my own appearance in this dream,

I would say
I am the symbolic representation

of data's unconscious mind

trying to warn him about the dangers
he perceives around him.

You mean
the interphasic organisms?

Of course.

Tell me, doctor,
how do we kill them?

Answer it.

Do not be so literal.

When I say, "answer it,"
I mean, respond to it, to them.

Be quiet.

- Picard: What do they represent?
- I don't know.

But I do recognize
that junction they're working on.

It's the plasma conduit we installed
with the new warp core.

Respond. Respond to them?
What does that mean?

What is it that you're doing?

Go away. Leave us alone.

Who are you?

We are your enemies.

Stop. You must not hurt my friends.

Be quiet.

Data, the shrieking noise you made,
it causes them pain.

Be quiet.

I believe I understand.

- Geordi.
- Yes, data?

You must adjust
my positronic subprocessor

to emit an interphasic pulse.

Data, what's going on?

The workmen in my dreams

represent the organisms
which are trying to demolish the ship.

The incessant ringing
of the telephone,

Dr. Freud's cautions
at the other end

were warnings
of the dangers around us.

What about the shrieking noises
that you made?

My positronic subprocessor detected
high-frequency interphasic signatures

from the organisms,

which were symbolically represented
in my dreams by a high shriek.

When you made those noises,
the workmen reacted in pain.

That is why I have asked geordi
to adjust my subprocessor.

If I can produce
a high-frequency interphasic pulse,

it may have a similar effect
on the creatures.

We're ready.

Picard to sickbay. Beverly,
we're gonna be sweeping the ship

with a high-frequency ip pulse.

Will you monitor the creatures
for any reaction?

Rusher: Understood.

It's working, captain.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

The creatures infesting the enterprise
have been completely eliminated.

We believe the infestation originated
within the warp core we obtained

on starbase 84.

This conduit was manufactured
on thanatos vii

using a new
interphasic fusion process.

We think it was that process which
attracted the organisms to the conduit,

where they lay dormant
until we activated the warp core.

That's also why
we couldn't get the core online.

The creatures were disrupting
the plasma flow.

How long
before we have warp power again?

Well, we're gonna have to
manufacture a new conduit.

- That's at least six hours' work.
- Six hours?

The banquet will be completely over
by then. That's very unfortunate.

- I can try and speed things up a bit.
- No, no, no. Uh...

I wouldn't want to sacrifice
the safety of the ship.

Understood, sir.

Enter.

Counselor.

I did not have a chance to apologize
for my actions.

Data, don't worry about it.

Geordi explained everything to me.
It wasn't your fault.

But somehow,
I thought turnabout would be fair play,

so I made us a little something
to snack on.

I wonder...

What would Dr. Freud say
about the symbolism

of devouring one's self?

Data, sometimes
a cake is just a cake.