Middle East again

I was taken to the Middle East and my children were taken from me.  I was in a large tent with many Arabic men.  They proceeded to rape me one by one, then, in a game they decided what tortures to do to me.  First they decided to throw acid on me, and then to brand me hot pokers from the fire.  The pain, the humiliation, the raw fear, and defeat all hit me, not just the me in my dream.  I woke up crying.  I'm not sure if I started calling out before or after I awoke.