Timothy Paradox

I recall being with a bunch of people (funny how I'm so often near people in dreams, but most of my days IRL are spent in complete solitude) in a school. At some point, there's a guy who loses his shit (a teacher pissed him off?) and violently throws a glass bottle onto the ground, shattering it into a million pieces. I admired him for "sticking it to the man" and tried to express my admiration, but he was pissed and ignored me. I think he bumped into me as he walked away.

Later, we're sitting at a table together. We were teamed up for some reason. Suddenly, unprovoked (we weren't even speaking), he got mad again and shattered another bottle on the table. He silently threatened me with the sharp, broken bottle he's still holding. Then he got up and left. This time, I got furious with indignation. I made quite a scene, trying to get someone to listen to me, and acknowledge what that guy just did. I said I could have been killed, but no one listen or took me seriously. I talked to some authority figure, who dismissed my claims and even implied I was a hypocrite and had done something similar myself. I denied it, as I could not remember doing such a thing. This accusation me even more furious, borderline hysterical actually. The feeling of powerlessness, of being mocked by everybody, I just couldn't handle it. I yelled that I was going to the cops. I saw my former boss arrive at his office on his "shift". He noticed the drama, but ignored it and went into his office. I think I tried calling the cops earlier during my meltdown, but couldn't do it. I was just too pissed to properly use my smartphone...