Dictated

[lightbranded]

[The last week had been difficult with so many new revelations.  Eventually Will had decided to distract himself with one of his favorite pastimes.  Gently teasing his acquaintances with his favorite reading material.  And that is why today you will hear a boy reading aloud into the journals with an air of great solemnity.]

The black graines (that is the seed) to the number of fifteene taken in wine or mead is a speciall remedie for those that are troubled in the night with the disease called the Night Mare, which is as though a heavy burthen were laid upon them and they oppressed therewith, as if they were overcome with their enemies, or overprest with some great weight or burthen, and they are also good against melancholie dreames.

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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[And painted in the journal is a picture of these lovely horses. Aren't they lovely, Will? Underneath, Bunnymund writes:]

Night Mares.

[Also getting drunk won't help you]

[squartatore]

What sort of seed, exactly?

[lioneyed]

[Something about that particular herbal remedy seems familiar, and after a moment of thinking, Thamuris has an idea why.]

...Laudanum?