Another nuclear holocaust. I was making a film about the apocalypse and it was scored entirely with Pink Floyd music. This segued into me being initiated into a secret society of some sort. I had to out into the woods near an old house. There, I had to call out a whole string of magickal names. Then a bear appeared-- more like a giant fuzzy cub, really-- and I had to demonstrate bravery. Finally, a kitten appeared at my feet and started rolling around. I had a scroll which said the kitten was 600 years old.