For years he dreamt with it, since he was a child. It was a rare beast; formless, like an old piece of silk, tentacles in the place of feet, its face was like a mask.
The beast showed to him beautiful heavens, sometimes horrifying hells. The man learnt a lot about the world beyond with the trips of this beast.
One night the beast told him that he was going to die, burnt, and that he was going to suffer all the agony of this terrible death. It was the worst dream in his life, a sullen prognosis.
He was sleeping and the ghost took him to another plane, he knew amazing plants and minerals, stars, planets, life-forms, while arson was being born in his house. He stayed sleeping and the fire continued consuming the house. He seemed as never was going to wake up. The beast told him: - Your time is here -, and then it disappeared in a malevolent laugh, then he woke up just to be burnt by the fire of his house.