And dreams can bite back, or at least turn into nightmares in which all, or most, or some, your foolishness and complacency, your playing both sides of the street is exposed. You have not much control over what happens, but you are entirely implicated in it, you are entirely responsible for it. Consciousness may be unbounded knowingness, but what gets known is finite and what is lived is the unstable relation between the negative freedom of the knower and the positivity of finite choices, made and remade in every moment. How seriously should you take all of this? It's bound to catch up with you sooner or later, but is that any reason for choosing the tragic view over the comic?