Puffin

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in a room that looked very similar to the one below; the walls were mostly toned-down warm hues that created a modern look, and the furniture was nearly the same too. This was the "diagnosing room" of the television show House, M.D., which means it was in a hospital, and that also means there were doctors in the room.

I was leaning against the wall while House's team sat at the table, observing them for a few instances. There weren't speaking, but looked restless and agitated.

Uncharacteristically, House himself wasn't present at the meeting, but I do remember everyone else being there besides Foreman (the man on the far left).

I must have known what was happening because just then, Foreman walked into the room with a serious and slightly upset look on his face. "It's not good," he announced, placing a thin folder of results on the glass table.There was nothing on it before. "There's bleeding in his brain; he only has a few hours to live."

Everyone looked at each other and got up, leaving the room through an open door. I watched everyone leave but then became slightly confused; weren't they forgetting me, still sitting in the corner over here?

"Guys?"

They didn't even look back as they leave.