8: Mexico

I'm in Mexico with my ex-imaginary friend Salvador. He's sitting by the roadside playing a banjo (I know banjos aren't Mexican - get over it) Everything is orange (which is the colour I see when I think of Mexico).
There's a truck coming towards us quite fast. As it approaches, I look on the back of the truck and see a donkey walking on a treadmil. It looks at me as the truck passes, and it shrugs (never knew donkeys could do that eh? Well they can!). I watch the truck get smaller and smaller in the distance until its gone. Then I walk away from Salvador down a back street.
I hear music coming from somewhere on the street. I follow the sound into a house where there are about 300 people crammed into a tiny room, all watching a tv. I can't get close enough to see whats on the tv. I try to climb on the backs of some of the people crowded around the tv (they don't seem to notice me doing this).
I feel a tug on my pant leg just as I have hoisted myself up on someone's back. I look down and see a little boy smiling at me. I get down to the ground and kneel so I am his height. He holds out a fist to me and looks at me expectantly.
I hold out my hand and he drops a little package into it and runs away.
I walk outside onto the street again and open the package. I wake up before I can find out what it was...