I woke this morning, crying. This is the dream I woke from: Jean Luc Picard was saying goodbye to his lover, kissing her very tenderly... deeply passionate but not sexual... Her husband appears in the moment between them, and he is jealous and angry but quiet and full of resentful dignity and sadness... JL looks at him with great sympathy, and when he kisses her again, the husband brings his face next to hers, and JL kisses him, too, showing him the kind of kiss he gives his lover... to help him... Sign in to see full entry.