Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Latin in his sleep and it scares the hell out of you but upon translation he’s introducing himself, inquiring on the price of grain, attempting to sell dormice, brainstorming silly Saturnalia gift ideas. In his sleep he somehow becomes a 1st century BC plebeian, of modest means but with a pleasant outlook on mundane life.
Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Sumerian in his sleep, it scares the hell out of you but upon translation, he's introducing himself, attempting to sell copper, chewing out couriers, brainstorming new ways to cut copper with other cheaper metals, answering complaint tablets. In his sleep he somehow becomes an 18th century BC copper merchant of good means but a will to scam his buyers.
I truly think the ghost of Ea-nāṣir would possess people so he could continue his copper hustle for the rest of eternity. If he could.
