As the morning moved fully into gear and I got out of bed, I became certain that the character that appeared to me was a machination of my imagination and that to keep him to myself would be a disservice to everybody. When I get home from work, I hope to make an illustration of him.

When I awoke, I was unsure if this character existed- that sharing my dream of him would be as mundane as rote recollection.

I remember a quote being something like "Some people just didn't like X-2 all that much. And some people are me." I don't remember if this quote was his own or if it was said in mocking of his character as in this dream his bizarre avatar was the object of ridicule and uproarious laughter.