Get well soon, mom

Last night I dreamed about my mom. I usually have random dreams where there seems to have several different plots in one dream. You know, it's like jumping from Anastasia to Marie Antoinette, from The Day After Tomorrow to Lost in Translation. I remembered how the dream started because it wasn't about my mom at first. I dreamed of being in a place looking similar to the inside of my faculty building. I met people whom I didn't know and I walked downstairs. As I came, the whole place became my living room, where my family and some people I knew gathered. There was a party and my dad told me to go upstairs to try a new piano. I went upstairs and found a piano in a room (which never exists in reality). There was my friend, Tatta who was waiting for me and then together we tried the piano. 

The plot changed suddenly when I got a phone call from my dad, telling me that my mom has been hospitalized due to her illness. I was surprised and the room, again, became my faculty building. I ran downstairs and suddenly I came to a hospital hallway where I looked for where my mom was. I found her in a room. She was sitting on her bed, looking pale and weak. I confronted her, complaining why she didn't tell me about her illness. I could not hold back my tears so I burst into tears. Hugging my mom, I cried. 

The dream has ended but still I can remember what was going on there. Right before I started the third paragraph of this post, I ran to my mom and hugged her, crying. I told mom what happened. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of losing her. I've never cried so hard while hugging my mom but I did and I told her what I felt--that I'm afraid of losing her. I don't think I'm ready for it and I will never ready to lose my mom. 

My mom is not feeling so well now and I wish she will get well soon. I don't want her to be hospitalized. 

It's mother day today, isn't it?