"Yeah." Dinah bit down on her lip, hard. Maybe if she talked about it, she wouldn't have to dream it again. At least not tonight? She hadn't wanted to give Priestly nightmares-- and then she had shared them, directly, so. "There's this plant there. Witchblood. Grows where a witch was murdered, and buried in secret." She lay down, her voice dropping lower. "Poisonous. Hobart-- there was a whole field of it. His guys set fire to it. And this, this, acid rain-cloud, this storm of crazy, it got generated."