"If it was that easy, I'd have done it when the old guy with the clipboard wanted to see my junk," he points out. Because if there's ever a time to wake up, it's during a naked dream. Of course, if she just pushed him overboard, that'd probably do the trick. Maybe. Who knows when it comes to dreams. "No. I know..." He waves a hand. "This. It's happened before."

Not with Felicia, but with somebody far more familiar to him. Above them, the clouds begin to part, making way for some sunlight. Around them, the sea begins to calm down.

Marty moves over to Felicia to give her a good poke on the shoulder. "This is fucked up, you know"