"Ursula, who had learned from her mother the medicinal value of plants, prepared and made them all drink a brew of monkshood, but they could not get to sleep and spent the whole day daydreaming on their feet. In that state of hallucinated lucidity, not only did they see the images of their own dreams , but some saw the images dreamed by others. It was as if the house was full of visitors."
Gabriel Garcia Marquez - One Hundred Years of Solitude
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