I went to see King Kong (1976) with my dad, I must've been in my early 40's when I finally stopped seeing the occasional dream where a big gorilla would chase me through a jungle or some city streets.
Glad I'm not the only one. Between the age of approx 6-8 my parents' friends had a girl about a year older than me and I often stayed the night. They had two wolf heads ( stuffed?) that used to scare me to death but they only realised after a few visits and promptly hid them whenever I came. But I knew they were around...somewhere. For decades, I had a nightmare every six months that wolves were somewhere in the room.
Twenty years ago I worked in a huge research lab with a horrible boss who used to 'pretend' to smile at people even though his eyes couldn't mask his true feelings. He was incredibly intelligent but wasn't a good communicator and I ended up spending about three months not really knowing what I should be doing, so carried on doing stuff that probably wasn't necessary, trying to look busy and praying that he wouldn't ask too many questions. I still have nightmares about it now.
Steve