Soundtracks for migraines

Yesterday I rediscovered the halluncinogenic properties of migraines.
The half-conscious dreams of 6 bright blue Naomi Campbells of the Apocolyse,waving Excalibar swords and chanting "one ring to rule them all" while line dancing to Carly Simons' "You're So Vain" was sort of fun,except for the feeling someone was trying to batter my head with the blunt end of an axe.
It was when several Naomis morphed into David Cassidy singing the Partridge Family theme "Come On Get Happy" ,with Shirley Jones and Margaret Thatcher doing Nicole Kidmans'scenes from the movie Moulin Rouge that I decided the axe was far too blunt and death was almost preferable.
Eventually the wide screen format images were replaced with the blessedly dull inside of my eyelids and the axe was replaced by a tree branch,weilded by a Munchkin who'd wandered too far from the yellow brick road(there was an Elton John soundtrack on repeat somewhere in my grey matter).
Slept like the snoring dead,ate toast and soup,then snored some more.
Awoke this morning to the neighbour knocking on the door to tell us he'd witnessed a prowler jumping over the fence from their yard into ours.We've had someone prowling about for several months now.
Leapt from the bed faster than an Olympic sprinter,rang the police while Him Indoors checked our yard.
After the police had been and left to cruise the neighbourhood,the feral 10 year old beastie came to us and VERY sheepishly admitted he'd climbed the fence to pick leaves,had fallen off the fence into the neighbours' yard and then climbed back over again.
After I did the maternal equivalent of a volcanic eruption the embarrassed feral beastie was marched next door to apologise,I called the police to explain and apologise for the mistake(hysterical laughter at the police station was heard from my end) and a very meek and mild offspring put himself back to bed.
At least the chooks are still laying eggs......