I'm a wandering cat.

Awake, I walk on two feet, my hair is white.

My strength comes out behind my lower back, there is four of them ready to attack.

Asleep, I'm back on all fours, who simply dreams.

The long blades of grass grow as the tiny cat sleeps.

Like his thoughts the grass is memories.

Sleeping under the tree where he may sleep an eternity.

Grass shall grow along with the purple roses and puddles he spreads around the world.

A life of peace when he dreams.

A being so happily asleep.

He starts to hear and see things that don't make sense.

The vast fields surrounding his tree is a sea of purple.

Out in this sea the red grows quietly.

Until red is all you see.

The high wall of red comes crashing down.

I think he is waking up.

His eyes breathe all blue from the sky.

Those are the eyes he was given as he came into the world.

Why does he awake from under the tree?

Who could've made him change to this state?

Such radiance can't last forever.

Grey is what he sees.

Innocence where have you gone?

In replace is strength but that doesn't cut it.

He's done dreaming.

Wake up.

So amazing.

Kind of sad, but I enjoyed.

Thank you and keep it coming!

Do you think you received some kind of message or sign that was supposed to wake you up?

(It can be a message or sign only you would notice or understand.)

WanderingCat - I was doing some research earlier today and i came across a post from someone that had a very similar writing style to you. What a coincidence......or is this some sign???
I don't know how to do the quotes from people yet but i copied the entire post and pasted below.

EVERYTHING BELOW is COPIED AND PASTED FROM ANOTHER POST.....

Posted : 12/10/2008 8:12:59 AM

smoked about 5 bowls of this, quickly, held deep,
got up went to the shower
turned all the lights off
and began chanting....

the orbs of light returned with gusto,
and teeth formed and grinned wickedly,
chanting more.
uncomfortable sensations around me,
prickles on my skin,
asking for protection from these things,
wanting to learn more of this place,
that im welcome to,
apparently sadistically,
malignant forces they seem,
calling me
as i chant to them
and pray to god to save my skin
they dwindle and receede,
more chanting and more uncomfortable and bad vibes
and odd formations in front of me
a whirring in my ears
and a weight upon my chest
a head light and foreign
i try to think through


it seems that after returning
im now of the belief that
i should not venture to this place
where chanting leads
as it seems
absent of benevolence

From what I can tell from dreams and psychedelics is that I am the Tiny Cat who sleeps. At least I used to be. The Tiny Cat is me at my purest form. Something I need to re-learn. During my growth as a human I have changed a lot. I'm trying to achieve this state once more. However rage is stopping my growth.

I figured out I was the Tiny Cat when I was still him, when I was born into this world, and re-learned this when I took DMT. I had something else rather than dreams to confirm this.

*I added to the story a little bit to give extra context where I felt was needed. Thank you Anonymous2 and everyone else for reading this *

I plan on at least giving two more similar posts! Keep an eye out

Thank you for reading this!

This person is being attacked, as did I as the cat. I didn't see it coming. Things seemed rather peaceful but in seconds that life completely changed. I didn't have any sort of suffering or praying for something to help me. Being in my own dimension I was that higher power. So I probably did this to myself. I entered life as a tiny human and I'm slowing finding that reason why I'm here and how I'll get back.

A giant I stand tall.

However giant, even the tallest forest is bigger than me.

I live in a world so vast and green.

With trails of purple that travel around the world.

My steps leave puddles.

My core is purple.

My energy seems physical.

I am born from a lonely tree.

In the vast fields they are covered in roses.

In the middle of purple there lies the tree on top of a hill.

Where The Tiny Cat sleeps.

Out of all the animals I've seen, no one as enchanted as he.

He only dreams.

What does his dreams look like I wonder.

I hope those dreams bring him happiness.

If the Tiny Cat can dream, perhaps so can I.