There aren’t a lot of people who know this, but when I was younger I used to have a recurring nightmare about Daleks.
They’d been pretty benign until an episode in the 1980s when they managed to levitate up stairs.
Then I’d dream they’d invade my street, screaming in that terrifying voice they use to announce their murderous intentions, and kill everyone apart from me.
I’d hide under my bed until I had a chance to escape through my window, shimmy down a washing line pole and – I think – run to my gran’s to raise the alarm.
The last time I had that dream I was 19, just after I went to university. Well done Doctor Who for reaching the 50th anniversary, but please stay out of my head.