yeah, weird dream, I was apparently Ray Romano, or Barone, his/my wife certainly looked more like Patricia Heaton, but I didn't get that good a look, as it was really about him having some kind of gay love-affair with Peter Finch (as we saw him in Network, the last movie he did before he died).
I don't know what this means other than I apparently equate my talents/personality with Ray Romano...lol, but unhelpful.
It progresses into this dramedy like a messed up episode out of "Everybody Loves Raymond", where Ray/me comes to terms with his homosexuality, attraction to men, reconciling that with the typically 'macho' men he/I hangs out with at sports bars, etc. and trying to keep his/my wife from falling completely to pieces without falling apart him/myself.
Then my roommate wakes me up and I realize it's day but I am still sick, so I go back to sleep. The second dream is shorter but consists mostly of bad ass female bandits robbing a stage coach or something...then it's back to Ray/me on a bus/train(can't tell), with wife, trying to be happy for me, but obvs still hurting, going somewhere I promised to take her to "get away", meanwhile he/I'm flirting with this random attractive guy. Adam Lambert comes to mind, but that's not quite right. Generic prettyboy and goth looking, medium black hair that comes over his eyes, heavy on the eyeliner, is all I got.