[Pearl would argue that dream dinosaurs would still come from her imagination and wouldn't be able to put anything to rest, but that doesn't seem like an argument worth getting into.

At least dreams of primitive people sound better than ones of bugs, or whatever other weird things she'd been swinging her spear at.]

Well that sounds... interesting. [She doesn't know what she was thinking with all of this. Talking about it is too strange.]

How many of us are here, anyway? What if they're just trying to lure us into a cult by getting us to put more weight on these "experiences" than they're worth?