Horrible Dreams
“Doc,” said the young many, lying down on the couch, “You’ve got to help me! Every night I have the same horrible dream. I’m lying in bed when, all of a sudden, five beautiful women rush in and start tearing off my clothes.”
The psychiatrist nods, “And what do you do?”
“I push them away.”
“I see. Well, what do you want ME to do?”
The patient implored, “Break my arms.”