THAT DAY

I go see Colossal, a surreal, psychological monster movie. Ann Hathaway's a drunk who, if & only if she steps into a certain childhood park at a certain time, apparently manifests an echo of herself in Seoul--a monster stomping around blind, inadvertently killing people. Understandably, it take her a while to really believe it. At last she shows her bartender boss--unwise, since he's a drunk too--a MEAN drunk. He blackmails her with threats to stomp Seoul, and his demands escalate steadily, brutally. In the end the only way she can stop him is to go to Seoul hoping the effect works the other direction too. It does--at ground zero in Seoul, she manifests as a Godzilla in her hometown park; and she kills him.

That'll sober you up.

The plot is no more logical than a dream--Seoul's still crowded despite repeated attacks, and she just strolls into the danger zone. But if you accept the dream-logic, it works emotionally and metaphorically.

And the acting's brilliant. Hathaway's a charmer in denial who slowly faces up to her responsibility. And her enemy's SCARY. Petty resentment magnified becomes horrific. His determination to drag everyone down to his level is just what Trump has exploited on a Godzilla scale.

I wonder if Colossal's insane premise came from a dream? A surreal, punning dream. I mean, the film sure proves that booze and nursing grudges will both destroy your Seoul.

THAT NIGHT

I'm in bed with Ann Hathaway from Colossal. I like her, her body's hot, but it all feels wrong--I can't read her aura, tell what she's feeling except from human cues--my second sight feels nothing--like she's a blank.

Am I blind? Or is it her, is it the booze? Was her flame drowned in beer? Feel like I'm in bed with a zombie. And yet physically so sexy; she starts masturbating and I turn around in bed to lick her and she absently says "Yeah..." and then nothing else. Her clit's warm & alive, but... with no aura, I can't tell what she's feeling, what works, what doesn't. Didn't realize how MUCH I rely on my sixth sense in bed!

Without feeling HER excitement, I'm turned off--oh, still erect, the sex feels nice physically... but emotionally flat and kind of lost. Just going through the motions.

I feel not just disappointed, but guilty, like I've failed her. What's going on here?

• Lost sixth sense could be read as a metaphor: I have five senses, but dream I have had six but lost the sixth... so my normal waking experience freaks me out! My dream doesn't even have to fake a sixth sense--just tell me I lost one. Sneaky dream! Making me mourn what I never had seems like a clever postmodern dream-twist. And an existential lesson, too! Don't we often mourn stuff we never really had?
• Only... I do have six senses. Runs in the family. More empathy than telepathy or clairvoyance: I get a sense of human (and animal) moods and little flashes of intent or images. I'm no good with plants. Nor computers--though I can crash them if I'm in a rotten mood. (I try not to crash humans--that's rude.) So the dream's no trick. Five senses aren't normal--for me.
• Ann Hathaway drunk: She's sexy in Colossal even as a drunk; but of course she's a very bright actress only playing drunk. Real drunks creep me out--they look/feel wrong--flat--a dimension missing. Half-zombies.
• Sighted yet blind: in Colossal, Ann Hathaway appears in Seoul as a Godzilla, but still sees the park where her body is, not Seoul's streets. Five-sensed, yet effectively blind! Her friend watching the web plays guide, warning Ann where it's unsafe to step--a clever workaround.
• Pentasensory sex is scary: does this explain why I prefer spooning, 69 and dog style to missionary position? Face-to-face sex may overwhelm me because of my sensory difference, not shyness as I always thought! I normally feel what my partner feels without facial cues (I generally come only when my partner does--it's her rush, which I feel as a sort of energy waterfall, that pushes me over), while normal pentasensory humans, blind to auras, need those cues. In short: this dream let me feel normal human intimacy. And it's creepy! As spooky to me as second sight is to normal folks. We crave the familiar.
• What's the dream saying? I want and need my sixth sense; I struggled to regain what was brainwashed out of me. BUT... owning my real sensorium isolates me too. I tiptoe through a sea of sleepwalkers. Spooky. People with only five senses.
• ACTION: beyond avoiding drunks, what? "Date only psychics?" Ooh, THAT'll be easy...

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