It’s 2am and I just felt the need to type this out.

Earlier today–Thursday, May 18th–I found out that a co-worker of mine on Kauai was stabbed to death while she was at work. Police concluded that the suspect was her son. She was 69, and he is 34.

I met Charlene Landsman about a year ago when she joined FHB. She was an older, tall woman–incredibly nice. She would call us in the back office often, asking for assistance with check deposits. I specifically remember an instance where she broke down in tears over the phone because of how frustrated she was with the process. It hurt my heart to know that she was all the way in Kauai, and no one was close enough to provide one-on-one help for her.

This news came as a shock to us all.

Here is a link for more information:
Hawaii News Now – Charlene

 

Seven years ago, in November of 2011, an HPU classmate of mine got killed in a hit an run accident in front of our Hawaii Loa Campus. Her name was Mariah Danforth-Moore. She was always a bright, and positive spirit. Although she was just an acquaintance, this loss hit me pretty hard.

 Here is another link for more information:
Hawaii News Now – Mariah

 

So, why am I connecting these two incidents together?

 

It’s hard to explain, but about two days or so before both of these people lost their lives, I had a dream about death.

It’s not something that I’m happy about. I actually don’t understand it at all… I just know that somehow, I was able to predict that a life would be lost.

It’s even more frustrating because my dreams don’t come in detail. (Fun fact: I very rarely remember my dreams after I wake up). I was not able to predict who the victims would be, where, or how it would happen. All I know, is that when I awoke, I just had this impending feeling of death.

The first time it happened in 2011, I recall thinking that the dream was about me. I kind of woke up in a haze, went to the bathroom, and sort of came to terms with the possibility. A couple days later is when the news about Mariah broke. Two days ago, I woke up with the same heavy, haziness. I reached out to multiple friends and family asking them to be safe because of this “weird dream I had”. I didn’t think too much more about it, until we got the news about Char.

I would normally categorize all this as being correlational incidents–after all, I have no way of proving any of this to be directly related to one another. Except for the fact that this same sort of “dream foreshadowing” happens in my family as well, with my grandmother and aunt.

Again, I don’t know what to make of this. And I probably sound crazy. But I thought I’d just type this all out to get it off my chest.

Hug your loved ones. Tell everyone how you feel about them. Don’t hold unnecessary grudges.

Life is too short to get caught up in irrelevancies.

Rest in Peace Char & Mariah.