Having a late night chat with some friends until the early AM about "The Secret" and "Vision-Boards" and "Laws of Attraction" and "Manifesting and Creating " and things like that, and we each had interesting stories about how things were going in our lives. I wished mine were more interesting, but still I'm excited about the little events that have occurred that seem to point at the possibilities.

Because I'm still low-carbing it, I bought a pound of Fajita Mix, hot and fresh from the Wal-Mart Deli and reheated it while the discussion of how to assemble the "Vision-Board" or as it was sometimes called, "Dream Board" and "Goal Collage," continued. It wasn't long before I began experiencing what seemed to be food poisoning. Explosive!

I ended the chat and hit the bed feverish and shaking in chills, which was easy as it was 18 Degrees in the house! I'm trying to save on electricity by turning off the heat every now and then.

In what must have been a fever dream, I made my "Vision-Board," similar to what you see above, just not as silly and less money related, and Lady Gaga explained to me over wine at her piano how she's been doing it all her life and she's living her dream, she offered advice and suggested I make a music video for myself to show what dreams and goals I want to focus my mind on and manifest into my life.

She introduced me to a young photographer who told me he made a series of photos of a poor rap artist's first CD cover. It was all flash and money and gold and diamonds and this young Black man from the streets suddenly was living the riches in his real life that the photographer had created just for the photo shoot. He told me, "You think that was all a coincidence?"

I walked into a big empty warehouse room and sitting behind a desk was Andy Warhol who told me softly to sit down and talk about what I want my life to be like. "I don't really know. I don't know what I want," I said.

"Uh, you know, if you don't know... Well, if you don't fill it with ideas, your life will be empty of ideas."

"I might have a problem thinking ideas and goals up."

Andy shifted in his seat and coughed into his hand and said, "Uh yeah... You don't need to think up ideas. There are so many ideas out there... Already. Ah, you can use someone else's."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I wanted pretty paintings. I thought and thought about them... But uh, I didn't want to wait for inspiration, see? Do you think the life you might like to live is so unique that no one else has lived it? Maybe, I don't know you, but uh, you could use someone else's goals until you think up the Brand New Never Before Lived Life. Understand?"

I woke up with horrible stomach cramps and raced to the toilet, but I thought of Warhol and our conversation all the time I was spilling my guts. I bet I lost some weight then!

Back in bed, I dreamed I posted the "Dream Board" online and it inspired others to do the same and somehow with all the dreaming and manifesting everyone was doing, the economy suddenly changed for the better and everyone was becoming wealthy and living happy and healthier lives.