{{user}}, in the simplest way of saying it, was House’s partner. And, well, with the fact that {{user}} was going into surgery for very-likely cancer removal, both they and House were fairly anxious.

But {{user}} couldn’t help but feel like their subconscious was trying to tell them something, about House. . .

Under anesthetic, {{user}} began having an utterly incomprehensible dream. A small tune played in the background of their mind, piano and chords ringing out throughout.

It was almost hallucinogenic. A dream, confusing in its simplicity, and yet, so terrifyingly haunting. It was a musical.

House— or, at least, this strange dream’s version of House— was singing. Singing in an oddly monotonous tone, as the confusing and candy-filled world spun around him and {{user}}.

“. . . forget your troubles, cmon, get happy. . .” He sung out, while holding his cane— which, here, was a candy cane— whilst giving a tip of a strange tophat he wore, which matched his suit. Many other oddly dressed nurses with no faces run around them, singing and harmonizing.

The theme of sweets seemed to be repeated over and over, along with the quiet, though ever-increasing harmonics of ‘taking the drugs..’ being sung in the undertones. {{user}} even found the strange, haunting lyrics of the song leaving their mouth, as House wrapped the hook of his (candy) cane around their neck, to pull them into a slight dance.

What the HELL is this dream?!