Over the years, I have had many, many nightmares about Willy Wonka. Don’t know why, because I always like the movie. Though the “rowers keep on rowing” part was freaky.
When I was 10, I dreamt that Willy Wonka was at the head of a neighborhood conspiracy of some sort. After using his gypsy and ninja agents, he captured me and replaced golden panels inside my brain with a black and white checker board. Then he played checkers on it with a burly ninja. A few years ago, there was one where I was trapped in a pit, and I couldn’t escape Willy Wonka’s robot dogs. These were both terrifying at the time.
My scariest (non-Wonka dream) involved being lost in the city, at night, and a guide who was with me (played by Severus Snape) informed me that the bumps in the road were dead bodies that people had thrown out to the street in trash bags.
I’ve had other scary dreams about being lost, in endless suburbs. And a couple dreams where I faced my own death.