Guiding Granny to the Blacksmith

1. Weird Woman

We are in a room which is not really a room, but a pit, one space, open on top, we can see floor level, the pit is the size of a room. I don't know who 'we' is. Light. A handful of people. Only after a while do I realize I am in this situation, when I look up, and I am not sure yet at that point whether to panic or not, because once you realize, this seems to put you in a situation of imprisonment.
At some point there is some explanation regarding Japanese etiquette. I see a beautiful woman who passes by. My brother D follows my look.
Later, I am somewhere with my two brothers. And someone and something else, but I can't read my notes.
Face massage. (This was actually the lucid part, but I forgot).
I crawl closer towards a woman, she lies on the floor in front, there is some distance. My two brothers hold her down, she is not normal. I am also on the floor. I have fear for this woman, I don't know whether to approach or stay back. But something pulls me toward her. In the least, my brothers keep her in check just for me to do what needs to be done, and I suppose that would be rape of a sort.
Either I am penetrated, so it feels, or I penetrate, but the position is unnatural, and even then, N hold open the orifices of her face, of which there seem to sprout some into existence as he pulls her skin, which is black and white like that of a death god. The whole I enter is in the place of her eye, I don't think about it but afterwards the thought crosses me that it must have been her eye, or some whole made below the eye ball, where N pulled the skin. This is something from a horror movie. I continue anyway.
Again we do the same thing, closer to her head, N holds her head back, pulls at the skin, there are holes I can penetrate that I don't know where they come from.

2. Erection Pee

I am somewhere and go to the bathroom, large one, turquiose, alone, no real toilet but I can go anyway. I have a boner but I pee anyway, this is odd.

3. The Old Smithy

Some episode set in my parental street, beginning of street, blocked houses, new ones. Quiet. Light, but don't remember time of day, maybe morning. Don't know who was there, but maybe also brothers.
Next part of this dream is about the wedding of D&S. We are in a hotel, or some place where we stay overnight to celebrate. Very homely, the sisters of S are here too. Parents of both families also in the neighbourhood, but not near. We come in last, and I am last of all. I already know I will get the worst room. The room we meet in is very stylish, country, cottage like. Veranda on the right, my room is on that side. On the left is darker, living room, and so on, where parents are, never gone there. Light in this area. Sofa where we sit. Table, and across, standing, are the sisters. Merriment.
N and me prepare ourselves for our part. Everything has the specific atmosphere of a wedding day or night.
It is late already, I look for my sleeping place, and I leave the door on the right at the back and am outside. I half guessed that I would get to sleep outside. No worries, I only hope it won't rain. And I plan to sleep against the wall, that is the safest, still partly under the roof. The place is enclosed, but small, like a very small courtyard. British like. With flower pots and so on.
I don't know when or how, but at some point in that city, I am outside and looking for a particular place, or maybe, I think that was it, I am outside of the cottage and inspecting the village, and the place we are staying in. Although it is light, it is night.
Not far off I see an old lady that I know. I immediately know that she is looking for a specific place that must be here, I know where it is, I go to her and tell her I will help. There are a few people about, that live in this town. All curious, but I don't mind. I don't like the onlookers, but I keep to what needs to be done. One man is standing in front of his garage, doing something. Cleaning maybe.
The old lady, which might in the dream be my grandmother, though unspecified, a grandmother, granny, she has to go to the Smithy. I know that, and I know where it is because I have been here before, according to the dream, and I guide her along. I have to look very good, because when I recognize the house along which we should take a particular short cut, I am a little confused because I don't recognize things very well. That is because a lot has changed since the maybe fifteen years or so that I was here last. 
In a very tentative way I go to the house, fearing that I am trespassing, nothing happens, I go a little further, try to look ahead, there is the path along the house. It looks private, I see and feel people of town watching, I continue anyway. Granny comes along. I keep going. At last we are at the other end. I was not sure at all this whole time along the small path, that we would get in the right place. But the street and so on look very modern, different than I remember, I look to my left, trying to orientate, get my bearing and see where to go next, the old lady goes right by herself, and as a matter of fact I also know right is the right direction, but I needed to check all the alternatives, but the old lady was ahead of me.
Now a little further I recognize the place, the smithy. That too has changed much, it is a long place like a garage, open at the street end. Three or four people are working there, among which two strong young men. I recognize them and am happy to see them because it has been a long while and I greet them, hug them. There is also a lady and maybe a kid.
When I first saw them in their workshop I immediately knew who of both of them would be the one that would help granny. It was clear then in the dream, but I forgot now. Maybe a key had to be made, but I'm not sure.
Later still, back with my brothers. I am somewhere with N, in the middle of the night, and we prepare for whatever it is we need to prepare. Maybe a quiz.
There is a scene late in the dream when I start to wake up, I see underwear on the bed and somewhere else, three pieces of clothing are mine, among which a fine golden silk one, which I've never seen before and which looks like a small pouch in fact, it is too small and too rectangular to wear anyway.
I leave the saffron. 
I am paired with one of S's sisters.
Parents also here.