The Night Before My Birthday, My Late Father Came to Me in a Dream and Said, “Don’t Wear the Green Dress.” The Next Morning, I Saw It — and Realized He’d Been Right to Warn Me.

you. Of course you will. We’ve been through this.”

I hesitated, caught between my inexplicable anxiety and my desire to avoid conflict on what was supposed to be a happy day. Finally, I nodded. “Of course,” I murmured softly. “I’ll wear your dress.”

Mark’s expression softened immediately, as if a switch had been flipped. “That’s my girl,” he said warmly,continue reading …