John nods with a new certainty. He cannot confess that he doesn't dream, not usually; he is the sort of entity that inhabits dreams, and that is how he knows they can be just as real as anything else. This must be part of one such realm, out beyond the wall of sleep.

"Then it's a place beyond your world, and beyond the world of the Convoy. If you still dream of it just as vividly, then perhaps it's still out there."

He stands quiet for another long moment, simply watching the movement of the waves.

"I'm glad I get to see it."