Migraine, day four!!
Still there - not as bad this morning and I have pins & needles in my fingertips on the side of the migraine, so I hope it's easing off. The thing about these migraines (apart from the pain obviously) is that I have the most vivid dreams with them! I woke up at 5.30 this morning, having dreamed a whole book! As in, I dreamed I had read an entire book - but it's not a book I've read, if you follow me. Unfortunately, I did
not leap straight out of bed and start writing - and as dreams do, most of it has floated off into the ether! But I can tell you the gist of the plot, in case any of you get inspired to write your best-seller!
So - the book in my dream started with a man having a dream of being in a cage, and hearing a woman calling him. And although he was in a cage, and couldn't get out, still he was afraid of the woman finding his cage. And right through the book, the man keeps having dreams and flashbacks of the cage, and the woman calling him - but the same fear that she mustn't find his cage. The rest of the book deals with a search for a 5 year old boy that is missing in a coastal town
(now that bit is loosely tied to a book I actually did read recently, in which a teenage girl went missing from a caravan park) . The book flashed back and forth to the man's dreams and the search for the child, but it never gives any details of who the man is, where he is etc. Anyway - it turns out in the end that.........the man having the dream is the child that went missing 30 years previously!! He has been in a coma all that time, because (I'm not clear on that bit! - something to do with not being found in time). The woman that he was so terrified would find him was actually his mother, who had a severe drink problem and was abusive, and he had done something she would consider worthy of some horrendous punishment, so the child had run away. He had gotten caught , in some sort of bunker or storage place, that had a heavy grille on it and he couldn't get out - but in his mind, he was safe, because his mother couldn't get in either. So he didn't call for help. In the dream, it was vividly describing at one stage, the child peeping out through the bars at the searchers looking for him, but he could see his mother's legs and shoes, and even though he was so hungry and desperate to get out, all he could hear in his head was "she musn't find me, she mustn't find me."
Weird! Hate these migraines! Any budding writers out there want to take that storyline and run with it - feel free!