While he splashes around, Felicia's waking up covered in sweat and nauseous as ever. It's the usual after-dreamwalking effects, but as she trudges to the bathroom, she hopes Marty is the kind of guy who forgets his dreams because all Felicia needs now is another person saying they dreamt about her.

Anyway, she's just going to lie here on the ground until the room and her stomach stops spinning, thank you very much. This shit has gotten old a long time ago.