We were at my job and I went from a classroom into hankster's office/room where she was baking something with one of those artificial sugar/artificial fat stuff instead of sugar and butter and wondering why it was not turning out correctly. There was a hot plate that she was cooking on and a bed in her room. Then some nurse like person came in to take hankster's blood sugar levels and told me a student was looking for me. Hankster had her back to me cooking the whole time so I never saw a face.
The dream got weird from there.