The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

In this dream, I had become a part of a fleet of alien explorers. My mom told me to visit earth at least once a year as I said my goodbyes. At one point, the aliens on the spaceship I was on were debating something and then decided to go to an extraterrestrial art museum. There was this one exhibit that looked pretty small, but once you stepped into it you were in this alternate universe of fractal geometry in which every hole you go to transports you into a different part of the alternate universe. When I tried it out the first time I was able to find the exit, but the second time it took a little while. After we left, I was told I had to go to one of the regions of that exhibit to recover something. Once I got there all there was was a sculpture of a guy's head with a green, clean-shaven beard.