I had an accident close to a school, I was in car that crashed near and the magnitude of the impact was so bad that my body flew through a window and landed in the middle of a classroom. I knew I was going to die so I thought, please let it be quick, and I closed my eyes bracing for my imminent death. When I opened them, I was standing at the door of the same classroom but there were no traces of the accident and the window I went through was repaired, the room was full of people I didn’t know. I walked to see out the window if the car was there while I heard the teacher saying, “Alright, so let’s all say the bad things we did.”
When I approached the window, there was nothing outside, no car, just trees in the dark. One of the girls that was at a seat close to where I was standing said, “Well, I laughed at all the things that I shouldn’t have, like at the death of someone I didn’t know.” When she said that I made a face of disconcert, I looked at her and she looked at me and that’s when it hit me - I looked at everyone else and realized all the people inside were me, every single one of them. They were my personalities and I was dead and they were all judging me by saying all the things I’ve done, bad and good, because the teacher was weighing my soul.