A good lickin'

I recall having the beginning of this dream before. It was this strange metropolis/cavern of freeways. Some looping impossibly others have many split offs. Some going up and out of the cavern into bright light. It was like a roller coaster of pavement. I couldn’t tell which way was up at times. I do remember having a hard time navigating through the roller coaster maze at previous times though.
Suddenly, I was in a more traditional cavern in a sense, or really a cave-like tunnel. There were huge steatites and stalagmites of ice covered rock. I don’t know why we had to go through this thing, but we had to. Only at first could I feel the cold, but after awhile I couldn’t notice it. Me and a few others, which seemed like a pseudo family of members I’ve never seen.
Yet, together we wound our way through the passages having a good feeling that we were nearing the end, until we came to a part of the tunnels that had no ice. It grew a little noticeably warmer and there ceased to be ice. It seemed like someone lived there, but it looked mostly like a big kitchen. There were dried herbs hanging from the ceiling and everywhere else. Pots made of silver and brass hung from the ceiling as well. There was smoke from some unseen person cooking up something.
She emerged from somewhere, immediately pining for me first. I held her off as the rest made it to the other side and to the tunnels again. She was just a little old lady with wrinkly skin and with her hair tied back in usually grandma-like clothing. But apparently she was some sort of which because she blew some sort of powder in my face that was not good. My encounter was to lick my hand and wipe it on her face to counter whatever it was she did. Haha
I’m pretty sure there was more to the fight, but I didn’t write it down soon enough to remember =( but I made off to the tunnels again, and I don’t remember what happened after that.