He watches the fish monster retreat, then shrugs and tosses the gun into the sea where it belongs. The fish shouldn't return, anyway, since he doesn't want it to. Marty runs a hand through his hair, more aware now that he is, in fact, sleeping, and can thus basically do whatever he wants, provided his subconscious decides to actually listen to him.

Of course, that does leave one matter of confusion. The laughter reminds him that Felicia's still here, and he looks at her again, brow arched.

"Why are you here again?" he asks for a second time in... however long it's been (Kind of hard to tell time when one's asleep), only this time he sounds more grounded in reality, less floating in dream whimsy. The idea that Felicia's an intruder is starting to sink in. It's not that he immediately suspects it, but this all feels familiar in some capacity.

Besides, if he was dreaming her up, she'd be dressed very differently.