This was the one time that Jesse could use doubt as some kind of blunt force, one of the only ones he had in his arsenal here to use against Finch - and, well, hell, it wasn't even his own weapon.

It's a start, and it's a good one. If it doesn't work, he's at least got the one more trick up his sleeve before this shit goes really south.

"If ya ain't sleepin', exactly," Jesse grasps onto that one faltered statement, points to Finch and shrugs his shoulders. "How's a guy s'posed to know what a nightmare wants anyway? For all we know, dyin's one big dream anyway. Then it gets ya for good." He takes another slow step forward, eyebrows sketching upward. "But if ya stay- here. Where it can't even getcha anyway, right?"

Jesse gestures to outside and then back at Finch again. "Thing is pissed, man, cuz you're outsmarting its sad little nightmare ass. He ain't in control cuz he can't get in." He taps two fingers against the side of his noggin. See? Thinking. "Means you're awake."