Knudsen Wierdo Topless Chef Dream

I had an odd dream last night, I awoke with words on my lips that seemed completely unrelated to my dream. A very strang edream indeed even for me.

As the dream begins I am preparing an egagement party or it could have been a wedding rehersal dinner I am not quite sure. I am at a wholesale farmers market of sorts the kind of place that in imagine that real gourmets frequent. My hands are sorting through piles of some green sort of vegetation, it could be watercress and then I am buying onions and I'm planning on making something with short fat noodles and whatever converstaion takes place is some how related to the meal that I am going to prepare that evening. I remember cream.
In the next scene I am in the kitchen of a very upscale apartment or some other sort of very large building but I really think it was someones dwelling. I feel nervous and a little sad about the evening. A woman walks in as I am making preperations. I know her but not well and I some how pick up that she is feeling as I am.

In the next scene I find myself walking to and into a bar, yes of the topless variety. Of course I am not just a visitor but an employee. I walk into a dressing area, with stalls and mirrors. (Which seems funny because there were no stalls in my experience entertaimers not being the modest sort.) I can't remember any nudity but very pretty costumes. I didn't want to leave the dressing room, I kept looking in th e mirror and I looked great. My costume was all soft lace and very feminine. Another girl with a pretty body but not a pretty face emerged from the stall opposite me wearing the same ;ittle, lace number in a different color. She seemd not to mind. She poured baby oil in my hair as she walked passed i guess she did mind. A very young girl maybe 13 began to laugh at me. So I poured oil in her hair and she bagan to cry then ran off. I was standing there trying to figure out how I was going to clean up when a handsome 40 0r 50 ish man comes in and is not happy with me for what I've done to his daughter. I lied of course and said thatt it was the other girl that did it to us both. I don't think that he bought it but we exchanged a few pleasant words and was in his arms soon after and it was delightful. It was not a sexual thing just a very comforting warm safe sense of well being. I remember thinking this is a terrible man and yet I had no desire to be anything but close to him.

I could have stayed there indefinatly but I then remembered my chef duties and the impending nuptuals. I remembered them and they were just enough to keep me from being blissfully happy but not enough to make me leave at the moment. Eventually I left and it was a new day. I walked along the boulevard with the bride to be she was elaborately decked out possibly in ethnic attire and the groom walked behind us. I linked my arm in his and we walked to a farm of sorts. The young groom entered a treehouse while the bride cried that she was i n love with another. The other being my handsome man from the topless bar, I discovered his name was Wolf. I then felt immense sympathy for her and comforted her by telling her that he was a very bad man and that he did not love her or me or anyone else and that she was better off with the young man.
Secretly I planned to rondezvous with Wolf not caring how incredibly little moral character he possesed. The wedding party dined on the top floor of the treehouse and I stood at the door and watched. Then I waited in the field below.

When I awake I had two words on the tip of my tongue. Knudsen and another word which I promptly forgot. I think it is a name of a business. Industrial, Industries, something similar maybe. Getting the feeling there is something I need to do but I do not know what.