I had a dream last night that I was in a public restroom stall. I could hear a mother with her daughter in the stall directly across from me. I sat on the toilet waiting for them to leave. When I heard them leave I came out and was in front of the mirror buttoning my pants. The mother immediately came back into the restroom as if she knew I was waiting for them to leave.
She looked Arabic, in her early fifties and had her hair covered in a dark blue or black scarf. She approached me slowly and came very close to me. I was silent. Watching. Still.
"My daughter says a man touched her. She won't stop crying. She told me the same thing happened to you."
And then she left.