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.

been something so real, so desperately important about it that dismissing it as mere anxiety felt wrong.

I closed the closet door, moved away, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.

I had to decide what to do next.

Tomorrow was the big party.

And there was this damned dress.

The afternoon passed in a blur of mounting anxiety. I tried to distract myself continue reading …