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.

the seamstress’s beautiful work, and then I would have to explain to Mark why I had destroyed his expensive, thoughtful gift.

But what if there really was something?

I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths, and tried to think rationally. I remembered my father’s face from the dream, his serious expression, his urgent voice that had held absolutely continue reading …