It's not about dying in your dreams, it's about being eaten while you sleep.

[Which is like, a concern, perhaps? He does feel tired, but he feels like he's been tired since he got to these islands. And he can't just-- stop, not when there's goodness knows what out there going to eat them or rend them limb from limb or something terrible.]

Perhaps there's a way out of here. Or we can-- I don't know. Defeat what's coming for us. But frankly, I'm not above running here.