The whole of Marx’s early writings are aimed at the thought that being “woke” is insufficient to transform the world. He knew too, that this infernal politics of insomnia lets us idly drift into some floodlit night of the world, agitated endlessly by the busyness of business, the terrible bourgeois somnambulism of mere activity and ideology critique. When in a letter to Ruge, he wrote that “the reform of consciousness consists only in making the world aware of its own consciousness, in awakening it out of its dream about itself, in explaining to it the meaning of its own actions” he failed to note at the same time how the bourgeois consciousness never dreams of sleep. To dream of sleep would be as just as to awaken into a world whose nightmares were mere dreams.