But no. Clark wakes up. In his own bed. Alone. Somewhere, Bobby Ewing yells, "Ha ha!" MamaKent and Bo Duke come over, saying they've been worried. Clark fell asleep studying for that pesky History exam. Betcha anything that exam won't actually be taken in this episode. Bo says that was a day and a half ago: "You must have been dreaming," MamaKent says. Ya think? Clark says it was so real. She was there and he was there and the cowardly Pete was there and there was this wicked witch...no, wait, that was just Lana. Clark says the name of the girl he met, and Bo says that's the name of their new neighbor. Spooky! Except not. Bo says their new neighbor has a teenaged daughter, and there's been a moving truck at Lana's old place where they moved in. Clark asks how he can dream about someone he's never met. Trust me: my dreams about Catherine Zeta-Jones are proof you can. Dramatic music plays at a not-very-dramatic moment. Commercials.

Scary Movie 3. It's not worth it, trust me.

Kent Farm from sky-high. We crane down to the porch, where Clark is sitting with a coffee cup, trying to figure out what's going on in that weird brain of his. Bo and MamaKent emerge from the front door and ask if he's been up all night. Clark says he's afraid to go to sleep. Because he's Heather Langenkamp. Clark says the dream was so real that he wants to go check up on Dreamy Girlinperil. Bo, as always, advises Clark to be careful, since he was out for thirty-six hours. You know, as the platitude says, sleeping for thirty-six hours is like sleeping eighteen hours twice. Remember that, Clark. Clark asks if the girl might be keeping him asleep. Bo says that weird shit goes on around here and, again, advises Clark to be careful. Bo asks Clark to ignore one of the golden rules and stay away from the neighbors. If they ask for a cup of sugar? Burn them with your eyes.