On A Creative Writing Lecture - A poem that disagreed with it

What makes a REAL character?

A+B+C... 
Wait! That's maths.
Follow the rules!
No! My world, my imagination, my characters.
Real, like our friends,
who worry about the bills,
the food that was in the oven a bit too long,
and argue about the X factor.
They don't want to save the world.
We fear those who do,
set them apart,
isolate them in a little sphere
of genius and expected greatness.
Reality or greatness?
Both.
I can do neither.
I don't choose who my characters are. They tell me.
They sit across me in the pub,
share my lunch,
walk me home when I'm alone.
They already are real in my head.
1-0 for Unconscious Imagination.