I’m with Cheryl in some sort of large room or cavern. A bear cub that’s silvery jumps on Cheryl’s shoulders and puts its arms around her head. It’s not in a malicious way, but in a kind of endearing way. Then another cub approaches me and it’s half man, half bear. I study it’s features and I don’t know what to make of it because it’s a little strange. But the cub is nice and nuzzles up to me.