Dream Morph Generation Gap

  I had brought the 2 boys to their appointments, on different floors of a large medical complex.  I dropped the older off and brought the younger to his.  When we finished, I went to pick up the older at his office.  I looked in  the waiting room, but he wasn't there. His doctor, smiling and in conversation with another, said he probably went downstairs somewhere.  I was appalled; how could they let a child just leave?  (Remember, this is a dream.)
    I searched through the building and finally found him sitting at a table with other young people about his age.  He saw me but didn't want to acknowledge me.  "Oh, well," I thought, "he's with his friends, and he's growing up."  I noticed as I walked behind him, both of us wordless, that he seemed taller and heavier and that his hair was styled long on the top and short on the sides, almost an undercut.  So I figured, as I walked on one side of the walkway, and he kept to the other, that at the end he would join me, and he would revert to his usual self.  But that didn't happen.  He kept walking away.