A Working Riot

I am in some sort of court setting. There is a man there with silver hair who is accusing the government of all sorts of conspiracies to harm the people. I keep trying to point out that bad things are more often the result of error prone human beings making crappy decisions out of fear and self interest. He makes more inflammitory comments and a riot erupts. Someone points a rifle at me. I run out of the building (along with lots of other people). A division of my husband's company is down the street. I see two people with rocket launches aiming at the building I'm running toward. For some reason they don't make contact. I get inside the building and ask for my husband's boss because I know he speaks English (am I in another country?). I also hope that my smattering of German may help me communicate, but everyone seems able to speak English. Someone is giving me a tour of the place. I comment on the fact that the building is exactly the same as the one where my husband works. They tell me they do that on purpose so workers moving from one location to another have an easier time. The man who caused all the trauma in the first place is in the building too. He keeps trying to engage me, and I keep leaving the room he's in before I scream at him. Not only is he an idiot, but he seems amused that he's started a riot, a riot at which my life was threatened.