Living the Dream
My mother and I were sad for the refugees. What difference did it make that their life was a dream? If they were happy there, why couldn't Chakotay send them back to the holodeck? Why couldn't I stay here in my own dream, where my mother was still alive and we did the things we liked?
Some days I wish I never had to wake up from my dreams. What difference would it make that they weren't real? Who can say this waking life is?