molestation at the hands of an uncle or a father (though honestly, the guy in question didn't look like either of them. He kind of looked like a long-haired hippie, actually, who worked in some fast food restaurant), only for others (two classmates, two I could not recognize) to pretty much force out memories against my will. It involved me looking at the faces of certain fictional monsters coming towards me -- Freddy Krueger, Darth Sion from the second Knights of the Old Republic game -- and me staring into their faces to really decipher my memories. Apparently, they were supposed to be representations of everyone who hurt me. And I had to really look up at them -- not run away, but picture them as clearly as I could in my mind, which got pretty clear. And I saw horrible things, but I think the part that really woke me up was just how horrified I was (I must have been younger in the dream, I think), how doubting, and how just not right the process was. And how violated I felt not just by the new memories, but also by the two people doing the process.