I was sitting at my desk in a state between half-sleep and waking and dozens of people were filing past in front of and behind me. The room was large and devoid of any furniture besides the desk, my chair, and me. A demon came and sat on the edge of the desk and slowly ran his filthy fingernail along the desk top towards me, loudly gouging out a chunk of the wood. I was frightened, but the trick was to focus on the conversations of the dead as they ambled past me into Hell.