Last night I made the mistake of lying on my arm, which cut off blood flow to the area and caused my arm to “fall asleep.” Countless lies have been told about one’s extremities “falling asleep,” as if they’re just taking a little nap. “Aww. Well would you look at this. Looks like Mr. Arm needs a little shuteye. Shh, shh, don’t wake him. Poor guy’s had a big day.” Yeah, not quite—try the fact that every single pain receptor in that part of my body is being activated at once and I’ve lost the use of half my body. But I guess I deserve that for being in REM sleep and unconsciously turning onto my side, which I had no control of whatsoever. I’ll be sure to never do that again.