Avril Lavigne Dream

So, I figured I’d write this down as I wake up, that way it’s still in my memory. I hate when you’re having a pretty cool dream, then just as it gets to the climax or top of the story, you wake up. And you’re pissed because you know you’re dreaming and want ot fall asleep again, but can’t. Well, I’ve always had this stupid ol’ man-crush on Avril Lavigne, and last night was my Avril Lavigne dream. **Note: Gaps in the narrative are due to me waking, then falling back asleep.

Avril was scheduled to play the Arlington Hotel here in Oil City. That’s right, I said the Arlington Hotel. Those of you not familiar with the Arlington Hotel, it’s like five motels stacked on top of each other over a bar and restaraunt. Normally, when I think of a hotel, it consists of corridors and inside-inside access to rooms — however, the Arlington has five floors with outside-inside access. Apparently, the Arlington had installed or added a large performance venue in this dream of mine, as well. So, to think that Avril would actually play there, let alone in this city, is laughable. However, I’m dreaming here.

So, for one reason or another, through a friend, I’m able to meet Avril — at my house — no less, along with my friend. She’s nice. I play it cool. She knows we’re coming to the show later that night, and proceeds to let us know that we can stop by anytime during the day to hang out, as she’s rented out the entire third floor of the Arlington. She lets us know what room is her’s. She’s extremely cool and exits with a hug.

It’s a bit rainy as my friend and I make it to the Arlington, apparently pre-security time, and proceed to the third floor, where the only lights on are the ones from Avril’s room (noticeable, as we, again, only have outside-inside access.) She greets us at her door and we go inside.

At this point, Avril is very flirty and friendly with me. She even touches my hand from time to time. I’m obviously thrilled by this. I take off my coat, and the three of us chill out for a while. I, apparently, learn that they are doing some filming of a video that night during the show, as I somehow just simply knew this was occurring. I don’t think she even mentioned it. So, after hanging out for a while, she holds my hand as she leads us back down to the ground floor. By this point there are security guards at all of the ground exits. She stops at the security guard who holds a clip board. “This is Matt Croyle,” she says to the guard. “He can come and go anytime he wants to.” The guard nods at her and eyes me over. She hugs me.

In the hotel, which by now is hustling and bustling with people, I learn that those folks who are included in the video shoot will be the ones to be placed around the stage — with the best seats for the show. So, I make my way early to the large venue doors, open them, and go inside. Immediately, others who are entering with me notice that I don’t have an access sticker to the shoot that they are all wearing. We get to a security check, for those involved with the shoot, and I get stopped. The guard reminds me that the majority of the audience for the shoot will be in the 18 to 25 age bracket. Which, immediately makes me feel old. I tell him I’m just a local guy and that I’m a fan. I ask him if it’s alright if I go in to be involved. At this point, I’m thinking Avril will see me if I’m that close. Maybe she’ll pull me up on stage or something. Anyway, the security guard says it’s cool. So, after waiting, they start letting people in, but as I get closer to being let in, they cut off those entering as the amount needed is full.

Remembering Avril’s fondness of me, I quickly realize that I have all-access to her via the third floor. So, I embark on going to see her. Then I wake up and can’t fall back asleep.

What a crazy dream. Rather cinematic, as it’s broken up into scenes, but nonetheless crazy. It’s kind of like my life in a lot of ways for a lot of situations. Just as I figure out a way to solve a problem, for some reason I’m unable to do it. In this case I can get to see her, but I can’t fall back asleep.