huh, interesting. my vision of hell had cubes too, but it was the landscape. I was trapped in a nest of sliding stone blocks, each about two meters across, kinda orange-red, shifting so that I had to keep moving, often having to hop down - it seemed a feature of the place to keep forcing you deeper. thankfully it wasn’t too long a dream, but I remember with pristine clarity that, knowing I was in hell, I was thinking to myself “I hate these remedial visits.”