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.