​I found myself sitting on the floor in my grandfather’s house, holding a cat. My grandfather was standing at the entrance of his room; he looked a bit younger than he is now, but not quite a young man. ​As I hugged the cat and turned around, I saw something surreal: a mass of dark, pitch-black water floating in the distinct shape of a giant-faced cat with huge, wide blue eyes that looked like clear glass or a swirling galaxy. The cat spoke to me, though I’ve forgotten the exact words. Then my grandfather casually remarked, "Cats talk here." ​Startled, I rushed to the kitchen to tell someone that the cats talk in this world, but she completely ignored me because she was busy on a phone call. ​I walked out onto the balcony alone. The single cat had now multiplied into three, all hanging onto the outside bars of the balcony. Their heads poked through, looking right at me and saying something I can't quite remember, while their bodies clung to the exterior ledge. ​When I looked out past the balcony, the scenery had completely transformed. All of my grandfather’s lands were filled with identical, traditional American-style houses, complete with yards and glowing purple lights, stretching endlessly even across the neighbors' properties. Above this infinite suburban landscape, the sky was a vast purple galaxy glowing with a purple moon. ​My grandfather stood at the edge of the balcony, gazing out into the horizon. As I looked up at the sky, that same dark, floating water-cat suddenly drifted right in front of my face in mid-air, spoke to me one last time—and then the dream faded away.That cat was in my arms before I found out that he is not a normal cat and when I came back from my mom after she didn't care I didn't care about her and I went to the balcony and there I saw that there is three cats hanging from the balcony barrier and their face is tword me they talked but I forgot what they said I look into the landscape and