The Little Evil Purple Golf Ball Story

Ok. Here goes. Last night I had a dream about an evil purple golf ball.

It started with me and two other people in a car. The person driving (I think I was in the back seat) decided to swerve and send the car flying off a bridge into the water waaaaaaay below. The car, instead of falling straight down like most cars would in that situation, kind of flew a little bit, past a ship below and to the right of the bridge, then started doing the vertical thing - hard and fast. I was, in the last few seconds, feeling that kind of weird stomach rush thing, like when you're at the top of the first hill in a roller coaster and start to flying downward at warp speed. We hit the water, which didn't seem to deep because soon enough we rested quietly on the bottom. Didn't even hurt! So, I opened the window, got to the surface, and swam to the shorline, about 30 feet away. So where, you ask, does the evil purple golf ball come in?

Well then the scene jumps to some weird building - the other 2 people I was with also made it out, and were with me. I felt something weird on my back, like I had gently backed into a doorknob. One of the people I was with (don't know who they were) saw something sticking to my back and pulled it off - it was, yes you guessed it, the evil purple golf ball. I was wondering why a purple golf ball was stuck to my back - hey, wouldn't you? I threw it across the room and dismissed it as just one of those weird things that happen. Ya know how it is. So, the golf ball, like a boomerang, stopped in mid air across the room, right before it hit the wall. Then, it changed direction and came back toward me - not too fast, briskly but gently. It didn't stop until it rested in my hand, where it had sat just a moment before. I tried again to throw the ball away, and again and again, it would come back. Every time.

The evil purple golf ball didn't talk evil-ly, didn't have little evil horns, nothing - yet, it was evil. I knew it, everyone there knew it. And it wouldn't let me go.

This is where the dream gets a little fuzzy. I invite you to create a lovely little ending to this bizarre story - after all, anything could happen at this point, right?