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.
mechanically at appropriate intervals, but his words seemed to fly right past me without registering.
I watched him carefully, trying to detect something suspicious, some sign that my nameless anxiety was justified. But I saw only the familiar Mark—perhaps slightly tired, preoccupied with work matters, but generally calm and normal.
