Had the weirdest dream last night

I was in this really big house, that the night before was a bar/club. My mother was there, but she didn’t look the same and she moved all the stuff around to make the bar a home. We were waiting for a boy to come that my mother somehow was adopting? My children were there, but my son looked like my brother did as a child and my daughter was a baby. We were sitting at this big old table and then my father came in the room to sit. I was having bad anxiety, and didn’t want my kids around him. My mom kept telling him they were foster kids and I took them downstairs. Then I watched as the “new boy” got dropped off in a big bus that was painted black with pot leaves painted all over it. He came in and my mom sent him downstairs and he said “it looks like it’s gonna rain”

and then I woke up