Sitting in the chair? Did that mean he- okay this wasn't making any more sense. Maybe... maybe this was his mother? He didn't remember his mother looking that young- or with his tattoos. Or his goggles. Besides, there was only one of him and that was how it should have been. Besides, he hadn't thought about his mother in years.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded, frustrated because dreams were supposed to make sense, even if it was illogical dream sense. "You're not the one I'm supposed to deal with, are you?"