[This is, despite the nebulous nature of the topic under discussion, firmer ground. Paul relaxes his hold and settles back into relaxation against the couch. He'd typically be thinking of letting go soon, but under the influence of spice (and everything else) the contact feels natural.]

...what if it is like that?

[He rolls his head back and examines a dark crack in the plastered ceiling.]

Does it make a difference to you when you're in a dream that it's a dream? Did it make a difference? The way you all talk about the dream before this world...did all of the things that happened there matter less, just because it wasn't real?