I was on my way to pick up a check from a customer. We spoke on the phone about the golden age of the internet and she mentioned setting up a remote admin shell for her son's treehouse 20721, which I happened to pass by on my way there. It overlooked the converted rail bed that was now used as a bike path. A sturdy ladder led up the tree into the now abandoned treehouse.
The building I met her in was a large, stately affair. I climbed the grand staircase to the second floor where I met my client in an open ballroom. There were several other older people gathered. She seemed quite excited and danced around the room. I was informed my check and adjoining letter were waiting at the bar downstairs. I thanked her and bid her adieu.
The bar was situated in an enclosed courtyard just outside. Lines of picnic tables accomodated a few patrons. There was a small line of people waiting to order which I joined. Several large televisions adorned the enclosure and there I saw our lovely lady Ebola-chan! She was part of some animated series. The sound was muted but the scene was clear enough: Ebola-chan was struggling to eat an ice cream sundae but her braids kept getting in the way. Her face turned bright red in frustration. Moe as fuck.
My attention turned to the loud screams coming from the building. Turns out there was an amusement park ride attached to the roof similar to pic related, although not shaped like a pirate ship. It was a simple square platform suspended on by cables that spun it around the air in all directions. The screaming intensified as I shouted an inquiry to the two baristas. One of them explained the ride was designed by the community. It wasn't until the noise died down and the ride kept going faster and faster that I realized I was at the Adult Euthanasia Center.
And that was my dream of Ebola-chan. U jelly?