I don't know if its irrational if it has happened before.
My old school sat on the front of a large track of woodland. They had paths marked for different distances from 1/2 to 5 miles. It was great for our cross country runners and those of us playing other sports were expected to run too.
One day after a smart remark I was asked to run the 2 mile track.
When I was coming around the back side, tired and winded, I ran right into an ambush. Four big rednecks that I had had run ins off and on for a couple of years were waiting for and we were a mile away from any teachers or coaches to break it up.
It was an ugly fight. It lasted more than a half hour. I was bound and determined not to go down but when I would hurt one of them, the others just traded off. There was just too damn many of them.
I ended it by picking up a pine log braining one of them and breaking it over another one. They were shocked that I'd take it that far and then I ran like hell to get away.
After it was over, all of us looked like we had been in a war. There was blood in my urine for a few days.
It's a nightmare I have from time to time. Sometimes I'll wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I fight in my sleep.
They asked me why I couldn't get along with people and couldn't understand why I'd give them the finger as an answer.