Many years ago, I was sitting outside an aerobics room at the gym waiting for my class to start when I saw the grossest dude ever spit a giant loogie onto the back of a public drinking fountain. Onto the back part, so not even a part where he could try to wash it down the drain. It remains one of the more shocking…

YES! I feel like I’m going to throw up, though.

My dad died almost 13 years ago, so I dream about him less now than I used to. Closer to his death, I’d have dreams like yours all the time, as well as dreams where he didn’t know he was dead. They were always so stressful and I attributed them to the fact that our relationship had been tense for the last year or so…