[They're just lining up for the boat ride. Fortunately in his dreams, there's not much for lines.]

(Don't be a fool, John.)

Alright, okay, fine. Want me to handle it, I'll handle it.

[Crichton climbs on top of the railing, steadies himself, then starts shouting.]

Alright! Everyone who doesn't belong in this dream, show of hands!

[... the crowd shuffles on, not noticing.]

Hey Harve? You're not raising your hand.