All posts tagged dreams

Be (Extra)Ordinary: Ten Ways to Become Your Own Hero

Published January 9, 2019 by Maryanne

kicam cover

I am ecstatic to reveal the cover, and the landing page of my upcoming book Be (Extra)Ordinary: Ten Ways To Become Your Own Hero, published by KiCam!

Release date is October 2019, and you can order yours today here: https://kicamprojects.com/shop/be-extraordinary/

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is an international author and speaker. She is available for events. For availability and pricing, contact: maryannechristiano@gmail.com 

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I Dreamed My Cat Was Alive

Published September 6, 2015 by Maryanne

Billy in the SkyBilly Cat, in Heaven on the Rainbow Bridge

September 3, 2013, my beloved Billy Cat passed away. He was 19. This is the blog I wrote on that horrible day: https://maryannemistretta.wordpress.com/2013/09/03/goodnight-beautiful-angel/

For the past two years, I was always sad during the reunion date of his death. Billy was not just a cat, he was family, as you can read in the previous blog.

Last night I believe I was on the Rainbow Bridge, as our baby came back to us in a dream.

It was so realistic, Billy was alive again. The dream felt like a dream. I thought he was a ghost visiting us on his death date. Then it was several days — maybe 20? I said to my husband, “Billy is still here.”

He said, “Don’t question it, just enjoy Billy.”

I said, “There has to be an answer for this.”

Then my husband said that Billy never died. When he was sick he put him under a tree. He heard about neighbors talking about “a cat.” Billy came home to us. He was better and alive.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, my heart was racing. I really thought Billy was alive! Then I realized, my husband never put Billy “under a tree.” We were together on that sad day we brought him to the vet and had no choice but to put him to sleep. Our baby had bone cancer and was down to four pounds. It was the humane thing to do.

I woke my husband up and told him about the dream. We hugged.

I went back to sleep and dreamed:

I saw a cat in the back seat of someone’s car. I opened the car door and there was a key. I turned it so the car could be warm for the cat. It was dark and again — the cat looked like Billy Cat.

Neighbors came out and I told them I wasn’t stealing the car, I just wanted the cat to be warm. A woman picked up the cat and his dark tiger stripes turned orange. It wasn’t Billy.

I woke up again and was so happy that Billy was on my mind so much that I got to dream about him. It was like having my little guy back, even if it wasn’t real, the surreal Billy was extremely rewarding to have.

Damn, I miss that little guy! ❤

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is the author of “Love Cats” available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1681020513

Thoughts and Dreams (An Author’s Pre-Publish Excitement and Jitters)

Published May 18, 2015 by Maryanne

Darlene - Hallowed GroundPhoto of me, by Darlene Foster

I’ve always been of the mindset that we all have psychic powers within us and are able to guide ourselves through life by messages from the universe. I use these techniques in various ways. Because when we open our eyes, the signs are always there right in front of us. One time I was very sad about something and on a very windy day, a piece of light cardboard with a photo on it appeared in my backyard. The cardboard looked like a CD cover. I picked it up and it was a perfume called “Angel.” I took it as an omen that an angel was telling me things were going to be alright. And they were.

For the past few months I’ve been trying to self-publish my second book, “Love Cats.” I’m incredibly tense about it because it’s my first work of fiction and has four major sex scenes since it’s about singles in their 20s. As a former writer for “Screw” and “Gasm” I must say these are not your boring cliche simultaneous orgasm modern romance novel sex scenes. These are sex scenes as people really have sex … fumbling for condoms, or the WIO method, nervousness, trying to unhook bras, first time same-sex experiences … you get the picture. Nothing is left to the imagination. So you can see why I’m nervous about getting this stuff published.

“Love Cats” also deals with parental neglect, heartache, friendship break-ups and a main character who is unkind to animals. The more I re-read my book, the more frightened, yet anxious I am about having it published. Frightened because though it has it’s humorous situations, it’s incredibly intense.

The intensity reached my subconscious in sleep last night, when a beautiful brunette woman came to me, smiling, and wanting to be friends. I had no idea who she was. This image continued to haunt me throughout the morning as I tried to figure out who she was. Then when I was looking up famous musicians birthdays for the day, I saw that it was the birthday of Martika. I was unfamiliar with her work, except for the song “Toy Soldiers.” I Googled what she looked like, and that was the girl in my dream! So I searched for the answers in “Toy Soldiers” and immediately after reading the lyrics, I felt the pain of the characters in my fictitious “Love Cats.” Beck and Janey, loved so deeply and were going through a rough time, with much heartache and tears … something I haven’t known in ages since I am so happily ecstatic with my husband and soul mate.

I had to dig to the darkest corners of my soul to come up with these feelings expressed in “Love Cats.” How I felt, hurt in my 20s, and then exaggerated it ten-fold in order to creative good fiction because in my 20s I had such a “devil may care” attitude about everything bad that happened to me. I didn’t know real pain until I reached my 30s. After the death of my grandmother, it was like, so this is what heartache really feels like.

“Toy Soldiers” could have been a perfect accompaniment to my soundtrack for “Love Cats” even though it’s not in the new wave/dark wave genre of other work I’ve included such as Iggy Pop, The Cure, Joy Division, Kate Bush and so on …

As I was making friend with the woman in my dream, I’m making “friends” with what her song represents — that yeah, this book is harsh and I just have to take a deep breath and just put it out there. JUST LET GO!

Oh, and there is part two.

Also in the dream was a friend of a friend I lost touch with. Why was this person in the dream? We barely ever spoke to each other. But the cool thing was, we respected each others work. I always loved the bands this guy played in. And he came to one of my live poetry presentations and said he liked it. When I used to be on Face Book, this same person gave me the “thumbs up” when my first book, “On the Guest List: Adventures of a Music Journalist” was published. So I looked him up. He was easy to find because does a lot. He’s also less than six degrees separated from Iggy Pop … which is another connection to “Love Cats” because as I noted before, I wrote to Hal Leonard to gain permission to use Iggy’s lyrics in “Mass Production.”

So what this is all telling me is that all roads are leading to “Love Cats.”

“Love Cats” “Love Cats” “Love Cats” — that is all that’s been on my mind all day and night as I wait to get my paperback copy to approve in the mail. Hopefully this week. And hopefully, if goes as planned, pre-sales will be on Barnes & Noble Store and Amazon THIS WEDNESDAY!

I’m obsessively imagining who I’d love to play my characters in a movie. In spite of my descriptive words and what the book cover illustrates, I dream of a young Laura Leighton as my leading lady, Janey Peyton. Just both her in some goth clothes and she’s good to go.

laura leightonLaura Leighton

And the late Razzle from Hanoi Rocks is definitely the look I want for my Beck Stewart character. Let’s undead him for my movie! Beck is the hard-working, humble romantic who is madly in love with Janey.


Razzle (Hanoi Rocks)

I’d also want to go back in time, to get a very young Nicolas Cage to play Adam Durian, the eccentric, egotistical famous rock photographer. This character was so grand, he just had to be named after a fruit such as the Durian — a fruit that makes an entrance.

nicolas cageNicolas Cage

Then there is Morticia (or “Tish Girl” as Beck calls her) the green-eyed black Maine Coon, who is Beck’s pride and joy. Problem is, Janey hates cats. Can this beautiful little bugger change her mind?


Maine Coon cat

And what happens when a little orange fur ball shows up on Janey’s doorstep during her darkest hour? Does she turn a blind eye to a kitten in need? Or does she remain a cat hater?


Little Pumpkin

Is anyone enticed for the soon to be released “Love Cats”?

back cover proof CORRECTLove Cats back and front cover



Dreaming is Not Drugs

Published February 8, 2015 by Maryanne

fireworks by MaryanneFireworks by Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta

Honestly, the only time a friend should stop another friend from doing something is if they are harming themselves. And the first thing that comes to mind is — drugs.

Other than that, anything anyone wants to do, it’s their life they should be encouraged by a good friend — or anyone for that matter — to follow their dreams! Unlike drugs, dreams are healthy and if you can make them come true, even better!

Years ago, I was working as a journalist in the newspaper industry. I was living on my own for about 15 years and to cut corners I used mass transit instead of having a car and insurance payments. It wasn’t a problem and I never wanted for nothing — I had both a bus stop and a train station within my block.

When I was dating my future husband for about a year, we decided to move in together. He lived in a house in an area that mass transit was lacking, so I needed a car. My husband drove a PT Cruiser and I fell in love with it. I wanted my own.

My biggest mistake was casually sharing my dream with a co-worker. This woman shot me down immediately saying, “Ew, those cars are so uncomfortable!” From that moment on, I avoided this woman like the plague.

How dare she rain on my parade! If I felt the car was uncomfortable when I took it for a test drive, I wouldn’t get the car, right? Common sense, no? I did not need her ugly opinion and to this day I will never forget how crappy she treated me when I was excited about something. Needless to say, I ended up getting a PT Cruiser and enjoying it for several years before I got a new car!

It’s so sad that people are more in a bad habit of cutting people’s dreams down instead of just going with it. We’re all individuals and have different dreams and desires. Many people have dreams that are different than mine, but I won’t insult their dreams, I’ll always be happy for someone when they get something they want in life.

It’s not being “dishonest” if you are encouraging to someone who shares their dreams with you and you don’t necessarily agree with them. It’s being a good person — being someone who can take their mind off of themselves for one frigging moment and tell another person that you are proud of them or ecstatic for them!

If you’re not in the habit of doing this, regularly, I highly suggest you start. Because being a “Debbie Downer” makes a person undesirable.

My husband recently shared with me that he thinks “everyone” love me. I laughed because sometimes it doesn’t seem that way. I’ve had many people shoot down my dreams and it makes me secretly wonder if that’s their way of telling me they don’t like me. Or maybe they just have diarrhea mouth and are vomiting their hate using me as a punching bag. And that doesn’t feel too good, so that’s when I start avoiding people (like I avoided the co-worker many years ago).

Think about it. If you want a positive person to like you and want to be in your company, be that same positive person! Don’t shoot down people’s dreams. Unlike drugs, dreams are a good thing. Dreams are what get us out of bed in the morning. Dreams are what lift people out of a depressive state. Dreams are what keep us young.

Friends let friends dream!

Doing the Mouse in my Sleep

Published January 4, 2013 by Maryanne

Soupy SalesThe late, great Soupy Sales

I’ve written before that I believe in dreams and omens.

Twice in my life, I heard the song, “The Mouse” by Soupy Sales in a dream, which was a childhood favorite song of mine. The first time I was taking a nap in the afternoon. I dreamed of the entire song that I had in my record collection as a little girl. In the dream the song played exactly as it did on the record, with the skips and all, from start to finish.

This was back in 2005, the first year I was with Dennis. It was a very happy, carefree time in my life and after that “Mouse” dream, life was just off the hook ecstatic with lots of fun times ahead.

Last night I dreamed of “The Mouse” again! This time I was hosting a radio show with two of my clients and “The Mouse” was one of the songs I played.

I take that as another omen of a fun ride ahead! This time in business! In the upcoming weeks I’ll be starting a brand new agenda with both new and old clients. I’ll be doing promotional and writing work with health care practitioners and continuing to promote my musicians. It will be a variety, working with fun/upbeat people.

You can follow my home-based business career by tuning into my website: www.peartreeenterprises.com. If you go to the archives you can see how much business grew and changed over the past four years that I’ve been doing this. Come this summer, it will be five years that I’ve been in business for myself after leaving a career in journalism (which I still pursue from time to time, writing for various magazines and online newspapers).

Clients come and go and come back. That’s the nature of it. There are periods of Pear Tree where I am just going through the motions of having a home-based business, grateful to be doing this, but then there are periods when I am absolutely thrilled to be alive because I’m working with my favorite people, doing stuff I really love and every day is super exciting. This is now one of them and I’m beyond joyful that it’s happening for me again!

And, here is “The Mouse” to listen to so maybe it can stick in your head too, bring you a fun dream, with fun stuff in life to follow!

When Your Sleeping Dreams Reveal Reality

Published December 1, 2012 by Maryanne

curtain modelMe, modeling for a curtain ad, summer of 2011

The other day I was inspired when I read on Rarasaur’s Blog, that “Dreams aren’t meant to be ignored.” (https://rarasaur.wordpress.com/2012/11/29/liebster-award-2/)

We’ve heard of Edward Cayce, the sleeping prophet. We’ve heard about “Frankenstein” coming to author Mary Shelley in a dream. And I’m sure each and every one of us have stories to tell about what our dreams have told us.

For me, most of the time sleeping guides me because when I’m at a crossroads, I always feel that an answer will come to me after a good night’s sleep. I wake up refreshed and have all the answers.

Other times, just freaky little things happen, like dreaming about something and then finding out later that there is truth within the dream.

Like a few nights ago for instance. I had a dream that a female singer I adore was going to the movies with my husband and I. The next day I looked her up on Twitter, and it turned out she was watching a made for television movie the same exact time my husband and I were watching it! What are the chances of that happening?

These dream things happen to me a lot. One time I dreamed of my uncle getting a white Corvette. I called him the next day and he said he was looking at a Corvette. What color was it? White. Of course.

Another time I emailed a friend to ask her if she was okay because I dreamed she was crying. She told me she was crying and was going through a hard time about something in her life. After I read her long, heart-breaking email, I was able to respond in a loving way.

And just this past summer I dreamed Barack Obama won the election, three months before it actually happened.

When I first met my husband, he showed me a picture of some family members at a party. His Aunt Mae was very striking, like a movie star. I thought about her a lot and shortly after seeing that picture I had a dream that Aunt Mae had a German Shepherd. My husband said she did!

This list of dreams revealing reality goes on and on and no matter how many times it happens, it never ceases to amaze me.

I’d love to hear stories from others. Please share! (Or feel free to comment on my dreams!)

The Laundry Journals

Published July 14, 2012 by Maryanne

Laundry is a chore I don’t mind because each part of the process is fun. First of all, lifting the basket, carrying it and hanging clothes is a great upper body and back work-out. Hanging up the clothes, sorting them and putting them away, while listening to music is very uplifting and can be a creative experience for those of us who color coordinate and season coordinate our pieces.

But the best part of doing laundry is going through my pieces and remembering what I did while wearing them the previous days:

That cute new t-shirt I’m taking out of the dryer — My husband surprised me with that t-shirt the other night. Each time I wear it, I’ll be reminded how thoughtful he is.

That bohemian summer dress I’m folding — I wore a few nights ago at a concert with my friend Bridget. And wow, all the luck it gave me by wearing it while working on 7/11, scoring several promotional events!

And now popping in the drawer the summer nightie I wore to bed last night and dreamed that beautiful Fawn (my mom’s late Chihuahua) came to life again. What a blessing to have a beloved pet come back to you in a dream.

Oh, and that great green skirt Diane gave me in the 1990s and still gets compliments — I always laugh when I’m hanging it up, thinking of what a hoot Diane is, how she makes me laugh and all the fun we’ve ever had. If you’re reading, I love ya, Di!

Ahhh, the laundry journals … clothes are such a great read!