If you've ever relaxed on a waterbed wearing only a silk kimono and a pair of bunny slippers while snacking on a bowl of jalapeño peppers glazed with honey mustard, listening to the hum of a fluorescent bulb and smoking hashish out of a corncob pipe, then you have at least a passing familiarity with the way that James Spader feels when he wakes up from his afternoon nap.
The man's naps are legendary. He once fell asleep with a rubics cube in his lap and woke up to find that he had solved it twice, disassembled it, cleaned it, put it back together, and solved it a third time. He then proceeded to comfort it as it wept gently and whispered to him its fears of obsolescence in an age of digital media and sex robots. When asked what he had dreamt of, he gave his questioner a penetrating stare for 45 seconds before replying, "do you know the way to the nearest White Castle? All this napping has me craving a case, as they say."
He never did go to White Castle.