He's dreaming now', said Tweedledee: and what do you think he's
dreaming about?'
Alice said Nobody can guess that.'
Why, about YOU!' Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands
triumphantly. And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
suppose you'd be?'
Where I am now, of course', said Alice.
Not you!' Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. You'd be nowhere.
Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!'
If that there King was to wake', added Tweedledum, you'd go out
bang!
just
like a candle!'
I shouldn't!' Alice exclaimed indignantly. Besides, if I'M only
a sort of thing in his dream, what are YOU, I should like to know?'
Ditto' said Tweedledum.
Ditto, ditto' cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, Hush!
You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.'
Well, it no use YOUR talking about waking him', said Tweedledum,
when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well
you're not real.'