I was with friends and we were kids. We were looking for a movie theater in some sort of large mall, going down many floors, and entered an arcade place. The arcades were mostly racing games, with very large screens. I really wanted to play, but my friends didn’t, so I kept it to myself. Besides, the games used cards, not cash, it would have been a hassle to get one.

We finally arrived to the cinema. I suddenly appeared in the backyard of my home in Puebla. My treehouse was still there. It was very beautiful and well constructed. As I explored the treehouse, I noticed some of it was rotten. I stress tested it and some stairs broke. We had a long discussion over if it should be redone with a ramp or with stairs. Somebody said that in certain part of the tree house mushroom spores could be planted, he said this with a wink.

We never came to a conclusion whether the stairs should be rebuilt with a ramp or with stairs. Two of my friends were foreign. I didn’t know them. I was at awe with the beauty of the treehouse.