E.T. may have "phoned-home," but its presence overstayed its welcome.

To some, the movie E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial is a nice family Steven Spielberg film. To me, it's a living nightmare.

I recently thought about this film, which I had tried to block from my mind, after a story began circulating that mentioned the character of E.T. when talking about radio signals from space.

Let me take you way back to when I was just a wee lad, sitting in my parents' living room with a bucket of microwaveable Orville Redenbacher popcorn, lightly salted. As a family, we chose to rent E.T. on VHS, so Dad popped it into the VCR. What happened next was an absolute nightmare.

Literally.

For the next couple of weeks, as I closed my eyes, I would have this vivid dream that would continue to play on "repeat" every night. A younger version of me would walk into an old musty-smelling, wooden panel-covered room, where I was confronted by a strange presence. Before I could make out what or who it was, I was always knocked out with a shovel. Next thing I know, I'm being dragged through a hot desert, tied up by my ankles.

As I looked up to see who or what was taking my hostage, it was the infamous E.T., equipped with an ax. I was staring into the over-zealous, bulbous eyes of an alien with a horrendous plan that was never carried out. Most likely because that's always been the part that woke me up.

Weird? Yes. Why did the same nightmare occur over and over again? I have absolutely no clue. All I know is that I can't be the ONLY one out there with an E.T. phobia.

So, the next time you decide to sit down and watch the Spielberg classic, be cautious. That little lovable alien isn't as kind as it appears.