The room the past lives

A man thought he was laying on bed in his room but wakes up in an abstract space with in nite number of doors lined up. When he opens a door with a sign that says “bad son’s room”, a number of himselves from the past, always complaining to him mother, pour out. Other doors say “did nothing room”, “pretty well lived room”, etc. One by one, he peers into the days that he lived.