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?'
-Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

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