Hotel Room Clean-up

I had many DreamZZZ last night, and I was again hoping to recall any times I went to help in Haiti, but alas again I am unable to recall anything like that. I hope I'm going, just not remembering. :(

I only have tatters of the ones before. Like one centered around a building. Around the perimeter were ledges of differing heights. I was walking along side another guy when he seemed to fall as we were talking. But he was out of my sight, so it took me a moment to get him in sight again. When I did, he was just fine. That's good because I did not want him to be hurt.
I don't know who he was, but he kind of looked like "Noah Bennett" from the TV show "HEROES".

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Hotel Room Clean-up

I am in a nice but small hotel room. There is a spacious bedroom with 2 beds in it with enough space between them (another bed could almost fit), a long closet that took up an entire wall, and a spacious bathroom with many amenities BUT I didn't get to go in so I do not know the details.
I think the beds had a patterened red bedspread. Red with thin white figures on it. A repeating pattern like bedspreads have. I don't recall any windows and the beds faced the door which was more on the left side of that wall.
I think when I was first in there, other people were with me. 2-4 others. There were a lot of items inside the room all over the place. In the closet, on top of dressers and night stands, etc.
Now I have two goals. 1) I want to leave the room and go somewhere else (I forget where, but it did not seem to be at an appointed time) 2) straighten this place up before I left.
First thing I do is to try to make myself comfortable for all this moving around. I take my wallet out of my pocket and place it on a dresser. There are other important items there too, like keys and the hotel room key and an iPod. I go around in clean-mode. I look to put things in order, throw some things away, and take some things with me.
Soon I notice that the front door is open. There is a young woman standing out in the hallway looking into this room. I seem to accept her presence. She has dark brown (maybe black?) wavy hair that is sometimes loose and sometimes pulled back into a bun. She is wearing glasses. Her face is like a fairy goes through my dreaming mind, like a rounded heart shape with a cleft chin and her eyes seem bigger than they are physically. They do not look big, but they draw you in and seem to contain worlds and knowledge and mirth. But her aspect was calm. She just stood there. She did not scare me. She was slender, too. We were comfortable with each other.
I asked her if I was in her way. She replied I could take my time, that I was on her way. She seems matter-of-fact.
It also seems that this may be her room, too.