I had a dream over Thanksgiving Break that my Greek Professor, Houser, is secretly copperbadge. This makes more sense than you might think: Houser goes by Sam, is young, is into Classics, grades a lot of ridiculous work by students, generally makes me laugh until I cry at our weekly meetings. In the dream, I discovered this accidentally when I went into his office without knocking and caught him writing a post.
I told Houser this during our meeting last week, and he denied it but thought it was amusing enough, commenting "so THAT'S why sociofemme was looking at me funny when I talked to her yesterday!" Then he went on to tell me about the paper he's writing, about a Roman who got executed on trumped-up charges, and he said he felt their was no way to accept one body of evidence without totally discounting the other.
I said "Maybe he had an evil twin."
Houser raised an eyebrow, looked me straight in the eye and said: