You wake up at a black and indigo desk from a nasty nap. You vaguely remember parts of it, like an evil clown, a talking dog, and this lizard lady. All these memories of the dream seem awfully ridiculous to you since, as you're quite aware, neither clowns, talking dogs, nor lizard ladies exist in real life. After waking up for a bit, you're mind is aware again. You look around and notice that you've forgotten your name. What is your name, if you had to choose?