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.

throat, a scream that never quite made it past my lips.

Now, sitting in my kitchen at five in the morning, I rubbed my temples hard, trying to banish the haunting image from my mind. What utter nonsense, I told myself firmly. Just a common nightmare before an exciting day. Stress manifesting in my dreams. Nothing more.

Tomorrow—today, actually, since continue reading …