When I was a very young child I used to have a recurring nightmare in which I was being chased by a Vulcan. It was one of those when I ran but didn't go anywhere, and this huge, huge thing gradually descended and enveloped me. It was terrifying.
This photograph is full of brooding menace. You can imagine how I feel when I looking at it!
As an aside, I found that when I kept my head under the bed covers, the nightmare didn't occur, so that is how I slpet for years. Many years later I slept one night with my head out of the covers and I had the identical nightmare again. I woke up and a jet plane was flying over the house. Everything fell into place. Until I was age of 5 or 6 we lived under the Stansted flightpath...