A short sweet dream.

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I was on a space station, in my current health and age.  It was rather roomier than would be realistic, something I consciously noted outside the dream.  A bit of a fourth wall break, something I generally avoid unless possibly needed to continue the suspended disbelief required for some of my dreams.

The dream survived both the obvious problem and my attempt to bridge the gap.

I wasn't there to work.  I was a... guest.  My writing or thought had received some notice, so I was offered a place.  As an honor or in some strange gratitude that I honestly didn't and don't understand.  That I just wrote off to dream dynamics.  Couldn't accept the lauds, not even as a dream ego stroking.

The place was sterile.  Imagine a grouping of sterile, white, fluorescent lit, rectangular rooms.  Each closed off, one from the next, with sliding doors.  Generally running about twenty by ten feet, with eight foot ceilings.  Not on a rocket, jet, or other platform, think a building built in and for mid to nearer zero gravity orbit.

I never did see what the outside looked like.  If I thought there were stabilizing boosters to adjust orbit, and some minor steerage ability.  No windows I saw, other than some of the automated doors into some of the cubicles.  Screens, with cameras viewing the outside in a few rooms.

I was set to go back to my quarters, or the galley?  Something...  I thought I remembered where to go, so trotted along at a goodly clip, with doors opening as I nearly jog walked toward my destination.

I ended up in a womens restroom, with a woman using the facilities.  I was so surprised.  She was so beautiful.  Even so, I immediately lowered my gaze to the floor, verbally apologized, and backed up, while turning.

I spoke with her, later.  I let her know that her nature had been preserved from my sight.  Something Christ had taught me was the ability to... cloth a naked woman with grace.  To keep her privacy, person, chastity, whole... in such instances.  Not... sure she understood.  But she was not angry, in any case.

As well, one of the men asked about her... body, appearance.  I let him know that while I saw, I had no access to those visuals, and wouldn't share such in any case.  Even though, with or without clothes, women are naked before me, if covered in grace by my choice even then, and so.

I wanted to ask how he could not see as I do.  Then... I realized why.  He couldn't respect her chastity or understand the truth of her beauty.  It took grave sin, and returning from that, for me to earn this skill.  So, I didn't judge.  I merely hoped he would find his way to my way.

I think she was eavesdropping.  What I suggested confused her.  I... let her know that I knew she was listening.  Smiled.  And left her to her confusion.  I think she was more happy, than else, with my ways.  Strangely both pleased and displeased with it though.  Such are women.  *grins*