Dreaming of my little boy

I just woke up from this crazy dream.
My little Bennett was a baby... through a toddler (shifted back and forth) but he talked so much like a big boy.
His aparents agreed to come and pick me and for whatever reason my little brother up and take us to their house for a visit. I was beyond ecstatic. When they came to pick me up he was about the age he's at now - 2. Even though I know they would have him in one, he wasn't in a car seat. It made me very frightened, scared, and worried - but over all, angry. I remember trying to text or facebook my friend Tiffany to tell her and rage about it with her but I couldn't find her either way.
So then we ended up stopping at this farmers place to get their bunny some food (they don't really have a bunny, but in this dream they did apparently) and across from the farmers field there were lilacs (my favorite flower) and I wanted so bad to smell their scent and tell Bennett all about how they are my favorite flowers.
But when I turned around Bennett was with his grandparents and they were drawing on some type of drawing board - getting him to karate hit it and kick it with some sort of paint chalk on his feet and hands... under what seemed to be a sign which at the top it said Girl or Boy. It had something to do with them adopting again.
Well, when we got back in the car Bennett seemed very upset, he wouldn't even buckle up. I very gently explained that it was safer to buckle up and I got him buckled. But as we were driving he ended up climbing into the front seat and out of his seatbelt, and his parents didn't mind.
Then they were talking to me and said that they were going to be stopping at this store before getting to their home, they said "We heard you wanted to go to Don's lunch today." (my favorite restaurant) With big smiles on their faces. (They also know I love french toast). So we stopped at the store and they went in to get the ingredients to make french toast - I'm assuming. They also got a banana for me and my little brother a coke and a monster energy drink. When they got back in the car - my brother said that he didn't like the monster drink and they got pretty upset about that, so I said I would drink it - but I didn't end up doing so.
So then we got back to their house and we were outside for a little while - I don't remember why though. I apparently put my banana peel on the ground and Bennett was worried about it and pointed it out saying I should pick it up. I ended up picking him up and it's as if he turned back into a little baby - and for some reason, I couldn't seem to stand very well. It was as if I had lost all balance of myself. I ended up falling over. Bennett's Amom gasped but I convinced her that we were both alright and fine. She let it go.
We then got into their house which seemed to have very little in it. There was a tiny table in the kitchen with two chairs and a high chair around it. On the counter was a coffee pot. There was a fridge as well. But everything else seemed bare. Then in the living room was a sofa, a chair, and a doctors exam table - yeah, strange. Also, there was a t.v. - which is where they went to, after Bennett's Adad asked me if I was finished with the Monster drink.
As they were all in the living room watching tv, I was in the kitchen holding and rocking Bennett. I was rocking him as I swayed my body, staring at him like I did when he was a newborn, wanting him to tell me everything about his life. He started telling me - (yes a talking newborn LOL) about memories of a redhead like me and an aunt who was silly and couldn't seem to spell the word chocolate. He also went into a story about how he wanted to skip the 3rd grade (Amom really does teach 3rd grade). He was joking around about how he doesn't need the 3rd grade. As Adad walked through the kitchen to get a drink I stopped him, concerned because Bennetts face had a lot of water retention in it making his face swollen and red - Adad told me that it was normal 'for him' and walked off. I kept staring at Bennett and holding him as if I would never ever let him go again.
In the beginning of the dream Bennett's Amom called me Rachael but when the dream got to her house she called me Mommy Rachael - I don't know why there was the change.

Now - I know that he is well cared for and that he really does have a wonderful home. I know that he gets the necessary surgeries or doctors visits if they are needed. I know that they love him just as much as I do. I know that he is okay.
But I guess at the end of the day - that doesn't stop my mind from worrying or wanting the best for my little boy. It doesn't stop my heart from wanting to be with him again. It doesn't stop every fiber of my being from missing him.