Well, here you are again, having another one of those "Held At Gunpoint, Forced to Eat Pine-cone Dreams". Happens to me almost every weekend after my iCarly marathon. I try to twerk myself out of the dream (It's the best way to end any nightmare. Miley Cyrus is actually an incredibly respectable lady she is just living in a hellish dream state struggling to regain consciousness) but my body refuses what my mind urges. Turns out there is a scientific explanation for this frightening phenomenon. The usual suspect? Neurotransmitters Gamma-Aminobutyric Acid (GABA) and his old pal Glycine. Sorry I'm sure you already knew that. As a writer, I struggle with resisting the urge to state the obvious. For those of us simpletons unfamiliar with all the fun types of Neurotransmitters I will explain. These two dudes "switch off" the specialized cells in our brain that allow muscles to be active. Fortunately, this paralysis is actually helpful. It occurs during a specific time of REM sleep and prevents us from acting out our dreams. So next time you're dreaming about kissing your hot neighbor, remember it's a fundamental mechanization of your brain preventing that from actually happening. See? Much easier to overcome than your crippling case of social anxiety and near obsessive desire to compete in young-adult pinewood derby races.