Hello blogitito. Yesterday I got few dreams inspired by our Lyon trip and  I
decided to write them down. I think I remember these because the second  one
ended so 'dangerously' and I woke up. 6.57 exactly.

Dream #1: In our work there is quite 'hhot' mature woman (bit big butt though
but it is allright). She has quite perfect skin and might have looked quite ok
when she was young. She is not a beauty, but anyway ok. This woman was asking
in  the work place that did anyone know where the Catacombs in the Lyon were
as  she was gonna go there too. I said no, the catacombs are in Paris, not in
Lyon but she insisted (I took few quite good pictures from the Catacombs to
inspire me...) that they were in Lyon too. We looked at map and then we
decided that we need to  go to Lyon to see. So we decided to fly to Lyon in
the middle of the day.  I didn't even tell Marsu, except by SMS that I was
going, but would be back  by evening. Then we walked around in Lyon and didn't
find them. Quite nice though. I went to the airport to return back and just
didn't make it to the plane, the one customer before me got in, but I didn't.
I was cursing around in the small airport (it wasn't  real Lyon airport) when
I noticed tons of people gathering against the airport fence and ambulances
and firemen going to the runway. The plane had exploded and all the people
were killed on the airfield before takeoff! My badluck saved me!

Dream #2: This happened probably close to the airport as I definitely wasn't
home. One surgeon (I went to see surgeon yesterday, just to show him something
that needs 'cutting') promised me and one of my friends (don't recall who)
that we could operate the next  patient and we went into this log cabin. It
was full of people (at least later it was) and we two wore green operating
aprons and the patient on the table asked the rl surgeon that is he really
going to let them cut. I was quietly thinking that this is so exciting.  Will
I able to cut with just the right power. Is the ribcage really hard, and if I
really  push, could the scalpel 'slip' slightly? What if I cut his aortha? All
these questions, so  little answers. <Something happened meanwhile> Suddenly
someone knocked on the door. I go open in my apron and it is a serious looking
guy with bucket of flowers.  I open the door but he steps back to the porch
and looks through the windows. I notice he has a gun and he starts to yell
"Ok, I know what you are doing!" type shit. Obviously one of the girls is the
infamous 'Jenni' from the finnish 'Joe Millionaire' show and the  guy is his
furious crazy ex-boyfriend. The fucker starts shooting at us and I duck behind
some concrete tables. There is lots of people and hassle. I jump out from the
cabin and  go to one secret door and I hide in the small opening behind it.
The guy starts chasing us (he hasn't managed to hit anyone yet) and one friend
of mine pushes him off the 'bridge' into the water and I jump after them. We
manage to get a neck lock on him and we step on  his fingers and he releases
from the gun. The fight is over.