Dream About Bus Rides And Hallucinations

Tonight I dreamt that I was on bus rides with my mom, finding a place to sit and to sleep each time. I never found a comfortable place. Mom disagreed with where I wanted to sit. I ended up sitting down, and as I was sitting there, I video called a friend, who was video calling another friend. This friend started telling me a story, which I witnessed in third perspective. She said: “When I wake up in the morning, I sometimes see things that are not really there. Hallucinations.” I see her waking up, and waving her arms around. She continued: “but it is not dangerous, just very confusing because it looks real” I then experience the hallucination from her perspective. I wake up and there is a plate of fish and potatoes on my chest, which confused me, and I try to wave it away. Now I understand her story. I have now learned something new. I thank her and hang up. Me and mom gets out of the bus. We are at a burger restaurant. Mom buys many burgers, and tries to make me eat all of them, but I am full. We get on the bus again. This time, we stop at a police station. I am holding a little green sponge for some reason. I found it very fascinating. I go into the police station with mom, but I decide to stay by the entrance. I now see a woman approaching the station, visibly upset, and clearly intoxicated or sick. I go outside and she asks me if I know where the police station is. I say I do not know. Why did I say that. I did know where it was. I go inside again. A little while later, the woman has found her way into the police station after all. She is asking both the police and the crowd that is looking at her, if there is any danger about being surrounded by mold. She begins to tell her story, and I can only wonder why she is in a police station when she should be in a hospital. Either way, as she tells us that both she and her husband lived very busy lives, and often did not see eachother for weeks, despite living together. Then she started getting ill, and spent all day in bed for many days. After a while of laying there, she saw mushrooms sprouting from the wall. It turns out her husband had died in the house, and since he had been laying there for such a long time, he caused there to be mold. I am interested. I want to see this house. So I go there, with her permission. I am in the house. I go upstairs. Everything is empty, except for a bed in the end of the room. The second floor has a wierd layout, why would anyone have a staircase that leads directly into the bedroom? The other end of the room has two openings. I inspect the wall closest to the bed, and I do find small, almost unnoticeable flecks of mold, and some small mushrooms. I decide to go through the opening that is closest to this wall, in order to get to the other side of it. This leads me to a small hallway, before taking me to another bedroom. This one is also empty. This is the closest room, but the other side of the wall is not here. Wait, I see it now, there is a hidden closet space. That is the other side of the wall. A single stool with a radio is in this room. I enter, and inspect the mold that is shaped as if a human sat there, leaning against the wall. This is where he died. Then, the radio next to me starts making noises, as if swirling channels. Then it starts speaking. It is the husband who speaks. He is telling me how he died. But he is talking fast. I missed a word he said and did not understand the context of the next words. I tried to go back in time, but that is not possible in the dream world. I started feeling myself waking up, and I thought to myself that the part of my brain that was making the dream, had woken up before the one that experience them. Then I woke up in real life. For the first time in my life, I hallucinated when I woke up. I saw a face, floating in the top corner of my room. Took me a while to stop seeing it. But I was not afraid, because my dream had taught me how to deal with this.