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!’