Joe Gatto is a janitor/teacher

Date: 10/8/2018

The beginning of the dream I know started with me being with these Asian people in this kind of hotel room. The room had no privacy and when I went to the bathroom I couldn't close the door and I could see people from the next room over staring at me through the doorless doorway. Well, there was a door but it did not serve the purpose of creating a barrier, it was like a closet that bends by the hinges and doesn't stay closed. Both my bathroom and bedroom closets are like that because the hinges are broken. In the next part I remember going to my uncle's house who my family is in an argument with in my waking life. The outside of the house looked more like my grandfather's house and the inside didn't look like any place I'd been in before but my cousin who this argument is centered around came out to greet us but she was angry at me in particular. I think we were late. It was Christmas dinner or something. I don't remember much of this part. The most vivid parts were first the part with Joe Gatto from Impractical Jokers. He was a janitor either at this hotel or this institution where he also taught but I'm not sure what subject. I was in the class. He was like the janitorial manager. I saw him in these halls operating this heavy machinery that looked like one of those big round floor polishers. He was instructing someone how to use it. On top of being a janitor and a teacher he was also still a comedian and I thought that was so cool. In the class it was really weird. I was sitting on a bed. It felt like I was in a hotel room and I had no underwear on and was in the process of getting dressed. I didn't feel embarrassed all and it just felt normal like I was in the room with my sister or mom. I listened as Joe talked about how he was in a managerial janitor position and he was trying to erase the stigma from our minds about how janitorial work is menial work. He said it was still valuable work and we should consider it. Irl I could never be a janitor so I don't know what that was about. The last part of my dream involved me in my art history professor's class encouraging her students to submit their art work to the school's literary magazine that I am senior editor of irl. At some point I lost their attention and I was trying to say "class, if you could just listen for one more minute." It wasn't working and I was getting flustered and so the professor helped me get their attention, encouraging them to submit and I then continued on saying "it can be a drawing, a painting." Then my professor said, "we want to see your work published." At this point I had some examples of art work, flower drawings that looked more like things from a coloring book that someone colored but I was going to pass one out to each student but then I realized I only had one of each.