Hypnogogic COVID-Scape

My COVID-dream last night: Maria and I were in a quaint seaside village (felt like Spring Lake, NJ) shopping for food. She seemed particularly intent on buying a certain type of lettuce and kept saying, "We can't shop here," until she found exactly what she was looking for. I started to process the environment and noticed that no one -- the clerks, patrons, pedestrians... -- was wearing a mask. "We have to get the hell out of here," I said to Maria who was starting to get angry (at the maskless? at her inability to find her lettuce?). We began to run as the town filled with seemingly well-heeled people -- all of the same stripe with their shining faces, white outfits, pearly teeth, pasted smiles... and NO MASKS! They poured into the street and we couldn't escape the throng. Maria started throwing fruit (?!) and cursing, "You self-centered fuckers!" as I tried to drag her through the crowd. Finally, an idea came to me and I screamed, "Fire! Fire!" and behold, a blazing inferno swelled behind us. They pressed forward into the flames and Maria kept yelling, "Assholes! Morons!" (and other un-postable profanities). We made it to our car (which was a green version of our long gone '71 Dodge Dart Swinger) but it wouldn't start and the more I panicked, the more difficult it became to even turn the key in the ignition. I awoke. Heart pounding. Sun shining. Took a moment. Looked at my phone. Read the news: America is hellbent on running into the flames. I think I'm still asleep.