Break my arms!

“Doc,” said the young man 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 the sudden five women rush in and start tearing off my clothes.”

The psychiatrist nodded, “And what do you do?”

“I push them away.”

“I see. What do you want me to do?”

The patient implore, “Break my arms.”