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.

Everything is finished and ready. Is this still a good time?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” I managed to say, glancing at the wall clock. “Please come over whenever you’re ready.”

“Wonderful. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

After hanging up, I sank onto the sofa, my legs suddenly weak.

The dress was arriving now. The very dress my father had specifically continue reading …