yeah I know you did not ask!
I have a recurring nightmare. I am somewhere in the afterlife, in a large room surrounded by all my old girlfriends and wives. Every single one of them is wanting a “debriefing”, a rehashing of our relationship. There is a cacophonous chorus of “we need to talk.” I can find no possible exit, the floor refuses to swallow me up, they all start in on me simultaneously.
Of course this is somewhat reminiscence of an episode of 3rd Rock from the Sun. The many ex-girlfriends of the French Stewart’s character, Harry Solomon, show up at the extraterrestrial’s apartment at the same time, much to his embarrassment and chagrin.