The Mechanic, The River, And The Big Fucking Gun

In the dream there was a large, muscled and naked mechanic in a garage working on some sort of machine. He was accompanied by a talking cat named River, although if she spoke I don’t remember what she said, and a sentient Big Fucking Gun, although it didn’t do anything to suggest sentience, I just knew it was.

Suddenly a floating tray of piled short with meat passed by on its way around the corner. I think that River must have shown some interest in it because the mechanic, in a Clancy Brown voice, grunted, “That ain’t eatin’ meat.” The implication being it was for something he was building in the next room.

It’s possible if not in fact likely that this dream occurs in the world of Park and Bash, suggesting that my unconscious is developing a cinematic universe. If so, though, I’d like to see more actual Park and Bash material, because I do love the idea of a band of interstellar outlaws which includes a forensic accountant.

In retrospect, while titling this post I’ve decided that the cat’s name isn’t River, it’s The River and she only lets a very select few drop the definite article. In fact, she often refers to herself as “The Definite Article”, which is a very cat thing to do.