screaming golden gears and atomic voyeurism: a trip report nobody asked for

I was instantly transported and became a cog in a giant machine of interlocking sticky golden gears. Each cog was a soul and they were all screaming. We were there for eternity slowly spinning. I could see a blue pier above us with a ferris wheel and blue people having fun. The I turned into a yellow book. The pages were flipping rapidly and looked gooey. I realized each page was a day in my life and I was nearing the end of the book. I wanted nothing more than to be back in the present. At this point I was half-in and half-out. I could see the room around me but the ceiling was gone. Blue beings were watching. I looked around me and the blue beings were everywhere. They appeared to be the sentience of every atom. Eventually they all disappeared.