Gaming

For those of you that don't know, Shizuo is a character from an anime called Durarara!! with anger management issues, who is very (inhumanly) strong but hates violence. I must confess, I have a bit of a crush on the guy.
So anyway, I had a dream about him, sort of. In my dream, I was playing a video game, but I was the actual character. I had to piss of Shizuo to purposely make him chase me to an area with four different rings for fighting. The first ring was his ring, and he had opposite gender clones that I had to defeat. Seeing female versions of himself apparently confused him enough that he froze, and I destroyed them all. Then we kissed, he thanked me, and I went on to the next ring. The next one was Paw Patrol (yes, the show for little kids about dogs). I had to destroy a bunch of colorful rectangular things (I want to say they were ceramic crayons) and turn them all human. After them, I had to turn all the enchanted furniture from Beauty and the Beast back into humans in the next ring, but I couldn't figure out how, so I never got to go on to the next scene where I had to talk someone out of hanging themselves in a barn.

Hotel and Library

Last night, I dreamed two dreams. In the first one, Jimmy and I were on vacation in a hotel, and a woman covered in blood came up to us. I immediately didn't like her, but Jimmy seemed to. We explored the hotel, and at some point, I lost Jimmy. I looked all over for him until it was time to leave. Still unable to find him, I called him, and after some serious pressing, he admitted that the woman covered in blood, who turned out to be named Rhonda, had flirted with him and they had hooked up. I woke up upset and wondering why I had to have a shitty dream like that.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I went back to sleep and dreamed about a library. I don't remember much about that dream except that it was a good one. There was a thin guy in a dark blue shirt with brown hair who really seemed to like me, and I liked him. All I really remember, is that we were in a room at the library (I think there were even bookshelves). I was sitting up, and he was lying on his back with his arms behind his head to serve as a pillow. We were just talking, and I told him that at first I had no idea who he was and that I had no idea that his sister (who turned out to be one of my coworkers) even had a brother. He seemed a bit sad to hear that, and I felt bad for not knowing him before.