In it, inanimate objects became possessed by a mysterious malevolent force that made them turn purple, and turn on us all. I was escaping the prison with my girl (some blonde figment of my brain dressed in red) and we were attacked by a purple flying blanket. I figured out that the way to combat the purple menace was pink, the opposing force’s color. (OF COURSE!) So I took my girl’s pink head band and sliced the flying, suffocating blanket to ribbons, and tied up the purple man nearby. There was some running around and a maze ending in a doorway opening to the air five stories up and I woke.