Dream About Husband Car Friends Hospital

I have, tonight I have had a really weird dream. A really, really chaotic dream. I have been woken up several times by my son, but every time I went back to bed to sleep, somehow I returned to the same dream, which scares me a bit. So the dream is about me, my husband, and all these people that he has influenced through being in love with cars. And it evolves around him, I think, but I'm not too sure because at one point we're driving around in the car. I'm a driver. My husband is on the passenger seat and we're driving around finding the others. And then when we find them, I try to find a place to park but I can't park because the brakes don't work. and then the next second I'm in a big like storage hall with table set up with kind of a breakfast vibe and my husband's not here. Here I am with again this group of friends we have met through cars and then something I think it's so random there is a group of people I don't know it's a mom and a lot of kids and she's she's packing for something but I'm not sure what So we're in this large storage hall that I don't know what she's packing for but there is all these tables put on with with breakfast items coffee and bread and everything but it's not like anybody's talking to me it's like I'm just sitting there observing but I am there physically because there is an episode where a little boy wants to be nice to his mother goes up takes a hot coffee pot goes down and pour coffee into her cup and then the mother which is not sitting there sees it and said oh honey you know that's hot you can't be touching that and then he puts down the coffee pot but then a younger boy grabs it and wants to put it to his face to heat himself up and the mother says oh no please someone take that from him before he burns himself and I get up get the coffee pot and takes it to my table and put it on the table but nothing is being said I'm not telling the boy why I'm taking it I'm not being thanked or anything and then that part ends I don't know what it has to tell me but this story's part is ending there with the coffee pot I'm then sweeped it back to the group of friends and the cars. Again it seems like I'm observing them because I'm not interacting with any of them. But I can hear everything they're going talking about and they're having fun, they're playing a little bit of ball on the street, someone talking about cars, walking in the cars. I just noticed that I'm observing it and my husband is not there either. So I wonder where we are physically when this feels like I'm not just there spiritually. But then I just see me driving around the blocks to find a parking spot. I can't park many places because my brakes apparently don't work. But I finally find a parking space and then I'm taken into a hospital room. My husband is laying on this hospital bed. He's clearly, he's clearly dead. His eyes are closed, his hands are folding, folded over his chest, and he's not saying anything, but this time I'm saying something. I'm standing right beside the bed with my hand on his hand, and one on his cheek, and I ask him what is going to happen to me. Why does this happen to me? Like I would expect an answer from a dead man, but I don't give, I'm not giving any answers, so I don't know if I was hoping for an answer from my husband in that moment, or if I was hoping for something bigger to give me the answer to what was going to happen to me, and then I'm just brutally waking up from a dream where I'm crying and being distraught about where am I.