I dreamed that I was being haunted by an impish spectral gremlin. I visited the voodoo shop at my local community shopping mall, where I was informed that this foul beast had been sent by it's master Herman Cain. Apparently word got through to him that I'd been making fun of him on the internet. 

The priestess recommended a simple personal apology as an alternative to living with the constant and terrifying spectre of a grinning demon. I weighed my options.