Has anyone else had this “dark purple apocalyptic sky” dream?
I've had two dreams with this weird, sort of dark-purple with a reddish glow sky. Have you? I Googled it, to find an alarming number of people have dreamed about this same disturbing sky, and always around post-apocalyptic issues.
I was watching Population Zero: Life After People, and I am reminded of one of these "purple sky" dreams — a really disturbing reoccurring one I had when I was two or three.
Yes, two or three.
I remember this dream because it was so vivid and so creepy. And I know I was two or three because I was having it when my family lived in Chicago, and that's the age when I was there. It was so ridiculously detailed that I remember it like it was yesterday. It went like this:
In my dream, I was my current age at the time – two or three. I was walking through what appeared to be a huge junkyard, with mountainous piles of refuse on either side of me. The thing is, the sky – the sky was this deep purple color, with a slight reddish hue to it. It seemed almost illuminated, but from what, I don't know, because it was such a dark purple. It wasn't "nighttime" – the sky was just purple, and very dark. You couldn't see the stars – like, whatever was making it purple was a thick purple cloud-cover, or something of the like.
I was the only person alive in this junkyard. I was a little scared because I knew I was alone, but not terrified, as I walked through these towering mountains of grey garbage piles. Looking back on it as an adult, it looked more like rubble, but at the time, I saw it as a child as being a junk yard. Pages of exploded books blew by me collecting at the base of these rubble / junk heaps, and I recall there were papers blowing everywhere, and there was a feeling that this refuse had been there awhile.
There was a warm wind blowing, and everything smelled like burned garbage.
Off in the distance, I saw a tan short-haired dog running around, looking for something to eat. It was my height, and stocky and strongly built, and looked like it was a tough junk yard dog, what I can identify now as maybe a bull mastiff, or some pit bull mix. Its collar was really faded, and ratty, and the dog had the feeling of having been on his own awhile. The dog was creepy, and I let it pass, because I thought it would eat me if it was hungry.
In the middle of the junk yard was what looked like a wooden observation tower, built on stilt and elevated about three stories up, overlooking the whole yard. It was plain, ragged out looking wood, and the wood looked like it had been weather worn, the being the grey color that weather worn plywood gets. The front of it was open, where it looked like a long 15 foot window would have been, and it had a flat roof that was pitched slightly up in the front, with a small lip overhanging the open "window" area. Sort of like what a short baseball dug-out would look like if it had a window space up front and was put up on stilts.
In my dream, I thought that if I could climb the stairs wooden stairs to this tower, I might be able to see out over the junk yard, and find my parents.
I walked up to the wooden stairs, and I was so little in my dream, I had to climb the stairs using my hands, too, like little kids have to, because my legs were too short to just step up the stairs.
I get to the top of the stairs and stand on the top platform, and I look out, and all I see are mountainous piles of grey rubble, for as far as the eye can see. I remember thinking that this was the biggest junkyard I had ever thought could even be in existence. It was endless. And off in the distance, fires dotted the junk rubble piles. Thinking back on this now, as an adult, that's what was causing the sort of "reddish" hue to the sky, and illuminating it.
Once I got up to the tower, I looked inside, and I was disappointed by what I saw — it was a disaster of a room about maybe ten feet wide and maybe 12 to 15 feet long. Inside on the floor, there was glass all and tons more of these book pages that had been torn out collected in the corners that had been blown through the enormous opening where the window once was. The room was also coated with this silty, grey dust everywhere.
Around the room, it looked as though there was all sorts of electronic equipment that was destroyed, splayed about. I mean, completely destroyed, all the metal casings just twisted open, and on the far wall was something that looked like it might have been some sort of sit-down control panel. But it was all bashed up and torn to pieces, with wired hanging down below the panel.
Around the rooms, there were twisted, coated wires everywhere, and big metal casings torn open that some sort of instruments were once held in, like something you would find military equipment in. The metal casings were grey.
In the middle of the room was this long rectangular table that was really beat up looking. I was too short, too small in my dream to see what was on the table, so I pulled an old ratty wooden chair over so I could climb up and see what was on the table.
On top of the table was a telephone that was destroyed. It was an old rotary phone, again, smashed, with its circuit boards and wires and actual bells smeared across the table like someone literally took the phone apart piece by piece and left it gutted on the table. The handset was one of those old rotary handsets, and it had both it's ends unscrewed, and it's wires hanging out of the handset.
There was nothing up there expect ruin. There was nothing outside for as far as the eyes could see except ruin and fires.
And then the ripped-up phone on the table started to ring.
This dismantled, pieced-out, unplugged phone stared to ring this sickening, haunted, awful, loud, disturbing ring. All it's parts were jiggling on the dusty table as this thing would ring, and ring, and ring, that loud, disturbing actual "bell ring" ring phones used to have, only this ring sounded sickly, and half choked out as the wires lay across the exposed, dust-coated ringer bells.
As a two or three year old kid, I found this part of the dream terrifying, as there was NO way this phone could have worked. I even knew that as a child.
The ring was so loud, and I watched the bells get struck, and the longer it rang, the louder and more ragged sounding it got, and the more freaked out I got because I realized that I was completely alone in this "junk yard" – with this demanding, dismantled, ringing phone. It would get louder and louder until I woke up.
Now, I had this reoccurring dream so many times, over and over and over again, that it was really a nightmare. It would run through the exact sequence, me walking into this junk yard, looking up to the weird purple sky, feeling the warm wind, smelling that sweet burned garbage smell, passing the mountainous piles of rubble, looking at the book pages blowing, me seeing the dog, me coming onto the tower and climbing the stairs and surveying the endless burning junk yard, going inside, climbing the chair to see the top of the table, only to have the phone ring and ring.
The last time I had the dream, the very last time, I can remember, I finally got past my fear of this nasty haunted broken phone, and picked the handset up though it was trailing all it's pieces, even though it didn't even have an earpiece that was attached, and I went through the motions and said, "Hello?"
And then I woke up.
I never had the dream after that, but I can't even count how many times I had it before that. And every time I would start climbing the stairs, I was sick to my stomach, because I knew I was going to run into that smashed, dismantled, screaming, demanding dusty phone on the table.
I hated that creepy thing.
The other time I dreamed about a purplish sky, just like that, as a dream I had when I was 17, that as time wore on I realized was about the war in Iraq, clear down to appearances of a "business man in a red tie" chasing a "Latin Man with a Black Moustache and white button up shirt" though pumping oil wells in a desert, but the oil wells looked like the bobbing well pumps in Texas, not the big oil towers of the middle east – but the sky was that dark purple, and as time wore on, I was later able to identify the "business man" as George W. Bush and the "Latin Man" was actually Sadam Hussein. But seeing as that I was in
But my question is – who out there has had a dream about dark purple skies? I Googled it, and found countless people recanting dreams of an apocalyptic nature, so I am wondering if we are all picking up on the same transmission coming form somewhere?
It's not as if, as a two year old, I would have seen this "junk yard image" on TV, or in the media anywhere. That was 37 years ago, and there wouldn't have been any CG abilities to create what I saw.
You'll know exactly what I am talking about if you have seen this sky in your dreams. You can't miss it. And you never forget it.
Let me know – this dream has been popping into my head a lot lately, so I'd be interested to hear if anyone else has seen this sky in their dreams.
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