A day in the hornets nest

We had the fire burn round us, but it spread to our clothes. At first I anticipated the feeling, but as it touched my skin, the old woman awoke and I felt the cold wind as the flames rushed up my body, sipping into my skin. I was in the fire but I was still cold.
In the flames I saw the future, heard the right statements and beheld a mayhem right in the middle of the banquet.
I remember when i was still a little boy, I could stare at the fire all day, watch as the flames ran up the wood. It would shout if water touched it, and die out when its enemy was completely devoured.
When the strong man came out just to show that he was the strongman, whipping the workers and setting ablaze the weak ones. This was a perpetual occurrence, but an irregular vendetta.
In this dilemma, I couldn't believe it and sometimes wondered if I was dreaming, but the more I thought of it, the more the fear of it lasting longer began to creep in. The executioner with the axe in his hand stands in front of the person before me, whose head is to be chopped off before mine.
The speed of the hounds are fading
my focus on the executioner is off
I am waking.
Torture so sweet,
A hornets nest so comfortable
My bed...