I just dreamt about Exodus.
In my dream, he was nice to me.
Genuinely nice to me.
And somehow I found that more disturbing then the nightmares I have where I am chased by the shadows of my monsters being raped and brutalized over and over and over.
I woke up sobbing, and it took some time talking myself down, and convincing myself that that man never actually existed.
I was in love with a phantom.