A few things for context:

1. I have worked several jobs as a delivery driver.

2. Sometimes, I use my car to hotbox (weed).

3. My mother does in fact occasionally help the sick and dying, although she has never worked in any nursing field. She herself has had very close calls with illness and death.

The dream:

I'm working for some sort of delivery company, when strangely my next delivery is people: three teenage girls who need a ride somewhere. The girl in the passenger seat is rather rude to me, but I take them to their destination anyway.

I end up missing a turn and end up at the back of this building somewhere. One of the girls is clearly upset at me for this. There's a massive staircase crawling up to the main area of the building, where they're supposed to be. I offer to help them carry their luggage.

But instead of climbing the stairs, they find the woman they're supposed to meet and chat with her, working out some sort of arrangement. The girls then ask if they could use my car to hotbox. I say no, since it's a company car. They ignore my advice and smoke anyway.

I then decide to walk inside the building. Everything is dimly lit. There's a few staff here and there but I can't get a good look at them. There's several rooms with glass walls, inside these rooms are rather large beds. I then realize I'm in a hospice care center.

I come across a few of the staff only to find...my mother. We briefly exchange hello's and I ask what she's doing here. She explains she's just volunteering. Then, two large men, security guards, come to me and say I can't be here, it's dangerous. The dream ends around there.