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.

warned me not to wear in that impossibly vivid dream.

What would I do? Tell the seamstress I had changed my mind? Refuse Mark’s expensive gift?

On what possible grounds?

I stood and began pacing the living room, hugging myself tightly. I needed to distract myself, to think about something—anything—else. I grabbed my phone and dialed Nicole’s number.

“Mom!continue reading …