That 15 hours of sleep just now passed by quickly, but a bit too eventfully in terms of dreams. All of them this night seemed to take place in the setting of the elementary school I attended for most of my time as a child in Spartanburg, South Carolina. Not many good memories individually in those days, unfortunately, so perhaps that is the very reason Hendrix Elementary actually serves as the setting of many bad dreams I suffer even to this day. Either my life was in danger or there was an authority figure of some sort I fought angrily against with words in all of these dreams taking place at Hendrix this past night. Sucks, but, what can you do? It is over, now.
At least I do not suffer nearly as many bad dreams now as I did being a small child, mainly in the house I lived in during my time in South Carolina. Perhaps that is the main reason why I do not hold many fond memories at all of the house or the school during that period of my life, but rather an overall contempt and underlying fear of ever seeing either of those places again in my life.