This is what I dreamed this morning (I can barely remember it because I didn't write it down and it's now 5 hours later). 

I was living in a society where it was forbidden to wear purple. For some reason, to avoid this, our family were all wearing clothes made of old newspapers. We were all in bed when a gang of vigilantes sprang up from around our beds and began shooting at us with AK-47s. I don't know if I died, but in the next scene in my dream we were all enveloped in diaphonous, purple flowing robes that were streaming in the wind, standing among the clouds. I don't remember any more, but I know there was a lot more.