Dress Shirts and Danishes

I dreamt of the Kona side of Hawaii, except I was in Santa Barbara working at the Business College. I was starving and thirsty, and halfway through the class I realized I wasn't wearing a shirt. I wasn't naked, just shirtless.
I gave the class some assigments, and went out to buy a shirt. Unfortunately, it was only 9 in the morning, which meant nothing would be open. On my way out, the dean of the school asked me to get some danishes on my time out. This was especially weird for two reasons:
The first was he didn't mention I was shirtless (and it was at this point in the dream I became aware for the first time that I was shirtless--the early mention in the first paragraph was for narrative purposes); the second weird reason was he wasn't at all concerned I was leaving the campus, and my students, unattended in the classroom.
I hitched a ride to Sears, because for some reason my truck wasn't working. Obviously the store wasn't open, so I went to get the danishes. As I stood in line, several frat boys got offended that I was shirtless, even though all the workers and everybody else seemed oblivious to the fact. I ordered a giant sugar cookie, and the hot little worker girl put it on a plate, which one of the frat boys started to eat with a fork.
I called out the girl about misplacing the cookie, but she didn't care. I confronted the frat boy, but he ignored me. Then, as is sometimes the case with dreams, I fought him and his three friends, or I had a verbal altercation, or I smashed the cookie in his face, or I screamed at the hot cookie girl.
Finally I stood in the checkout line, and some lady cut in front of me. Seven different altercations took place, and each time I put a raisin english muffin in my bag of danishes. My bill came out to $82.95. What? More altercations ...
This all took an hour and a half, and Sears was still closed, or they didn't have any shirts that didn't need ironing. I drove my truck (which I now had and worked) back to work, still shirtless, which still didn't seem to matter.
The danishes went untouched, as I'd lost my appetite. The dusty bag now sits on the back table with the danishes untouched inside, or not.