...and your neighbor greets you warmly:

"Good morning Comrade! Are you feeling any better? That was quite a fall you had the other day. Do you think you'll be well enough to come to moon landing celebrations today? You don't want to miss it! I hear our socialist brothers, sisters, and comrades will be throwing simultaneous festivals in Paris, Berlin, Delhi, Beijing, Tokyo, Jakarta, Rio, Kinshasa, Cairo... all over the world! I even heard some American comrades in San Francisco and Chicago were going to try to organize something. Of course their capitalist government won't allow it but..."

A hot light floods your vision and you feel momentarily lightheaded. What was that world you saw last night? A global pandemic? President Donald Trump? Wildfires? Something about a debate? Who was the other guy, John Biden or something? It was all so cold, so bleak...

You are roused back to the present by the sound of a nearby train whistle. You recognize it immediately: it is the train you ride to work four days a week.