This dream is, technically speaking, a follow-up to a previous dream.

I am outside, walking through a city. I am trying to explain to someone what happened to me, describing how I managed to escape. I can tell that the people listening to me are skeptical but I am most concerned that this one person believe my words. I keep trying to remember the names of the men who raped me but nothing comes to mind. When I finally remember one name that begins with a P, I see a momentary spark of recognition but then the veil of willful forgetfulness drops and I am standing there, once again, trying to defend my experience to people who obviously do not care.