Dream Diary post riots edition

Was asked out by a grill, went to one of those sickly cofee shops where teens go on dates. In a corner were a bunch of serious looking people on a table. They asked me my political alignment, and I refused to throw in a towel on either side. One of them went step by step through the entire history of the subcontinent, and agree to the historical accuracy of all these facts. Was then asked to sign a piece of paper attesting to the century spanning atrocities committed by the Muslims, with the implications that the payback for it was now. Refused to sign it, and gave some kind of vehement denial of the attitude of these "scientists". Think at the back of my head that this could be a psychology experiment or test of some sort. Go back to my table, and hang out with grill and some of her friends. She tells me that she was persuaded or forced by the scientists to get me to talk to them, and that she was not really interested in me. However, because of what I told them, she would be glad to go out with me again. While exiting the coffee shop, she falls and gets a nasty wound on her head. Like she falls backwards down the stairs, looking at me while falling. At the bottom, on top of her right temple, a big nasty wound opens up, with scars reaching across the rest of her face. She is semi conscious, and there is a trickle of blood. Help her up, and try to go to the hospital, but there are riots going on outside. Buildings are burning, people are running, police announcing something inaudible. One clearly muslim man says there are no ambulences available. Another man says that all the services are down, but there are some illegal bus operators still functioning. Get on one of these busses with grill and another friend. Then, two passengers hop on board. Both are middle aged, one is a man, the other is a woman. The woman is wearing a salwar kameez but with a lab coat. Man tells me heard you guys were looking for a hospital, this woman will help you out. Woman coyly says I am just the person you are looking for. Then something weird happens, it looks like a nervous tick. Her tongue extends out but instead of red, it is a very pale, almost white shade of pink. It is also too thin, and too elongated in the middle, but the ending is a blob. It looks clearly alien. She withdraws it rapidly as if she gave it away. Clearly, she is some kind of a demon. She smiles and says, come with me, you and your friend (grill) will be safe. I instantly know that this is some kind of a threat, and just stare at the demon in a threatening manner, like I know what you are up to types. Demon's face opens up like a flower blooming, with the alien tongue / stigma waving about threateningly. The demon screams. Then something really weird happens. I unleash some kind of rage and violence too. I scream back, and it is a loud, booming, rolling thunderous sound too loud for anyone to process. It shatters the glass in the bus, grinds it to a halt, and the skies outside change colour to a deep shade of red. Some of the demons face petals get blown away and the remaining ones wilt. The demon is not dead, but very shaken. I cannot believe what kind of monster I have become, and wake up.