Once I woke up with a name literally being shouted in my head: "Chet Smooth".
I knew a guy in college who decided that, since girls only went for guys with severe emotional problems, he was going to develop a severe emotional problem. Namely, he was going to refer to himself in the third person. But not by his name... rather by the name of his alter-ego, Rick Smooth.
He just went around saying stuff like, "Rick Smooth is ready for dinner, how about you guys?"
"Egos drone and pose alone, Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief.
And tell my mama I'm a hundred years late; I'm over the rails and out of the race
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears"
-Beck