Struggling to think of that one great pitch? Nap time.
Divorce proceedings getting messy? Nap time.
Where Sherlock has his Mind Palace, you have a Nap Zone – a place where all of life’s annoying problems are replaced by glorious, couch-aided slumber. Woe-betide anyone who disturbs you, you’re in the middle of a traumatic flashback dream thing, and you need it to finish so you can justify being a philandering bastard for the rest of the day.
That, and you’re trying to deal with a killer hangover.