I was reading DreamDisturber and my girlfriend’s livejournals so I decided to link up an entry that I had written in another journal I have been keeping for the past year or so coming November. This is another that I had written of a nightmare I had the other night; so I figured that I would post it up there because it is one of my longer entries — I would do that now from my xanga blog as well since I got this writing program. Though I am going to be posting a longer version of this entry on my deadjournal since I had not posted there in a long time; as of lately I have been sleeping weird hours sometimes waking up too fucking early and other days I would not even sleep at all. This is not good especially since I got that platelet appointment in less than two weeks; still trying to get ahold of the owner of the campground in Tinley Park so I could get a camp site for more than two weeks since it is $10 a night there, but I might get a hold of Bug since she said I could stay with her while I am there — I might still do that but make sleeping arrangements with one of my relatives in Cary, Illinois, since she suggested I should see a doctor in alternative therapy. I thought of this sometimes too since I had relapsed in my therapy after the 11th of September. There are days I would be able to sleep and days where I need to drug myself so I could fall asleep. Since the lady cannot get up to Chicago next month — I thought I would go with my original plan inviting her to come up in December. This is one my relatives thought of when she had decided to cut off communication with her family. I am nervous about going into Chicago on October 10th because I am still thinking about something that might happen in Chicago similar to what did in New York — the frightening picture of Chicago without its two major buildings in the skyline; scares the fuck out of me. I had written three entries about that — and some of them come from my perspective in view of someone who was in basic training for the Navy, knowing that some of my company mates are on ships waiting to be deployed. Though I was looking back at the discussion between two in my journal about a map that was sent to me via email. Namely the entry that I posted on September 15; and it is coming to me that I had my d-land journal almost a year. There are as many postings on there as I have short stories now; then I was watching something on WTTW early this morning about Evolution taught in schools — this is going to be a contraversal thing if one lives in the Bible Belt. It was hard enough for me as a horror writer living near Wheaton College — though I had met a few people there who respected the kind of honesty I have but there are others who would protest the very ideas that I would stand for and try to turn me conservative; I am a bit of a liberal and being a writer — liberal is something that tends to get under the skin of students who go to a bible college.