…”And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’¹
‘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!”
Through the Looking-glass
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
1. Jorge Luis Borges quoted that line at the beginning of The Circular Ruins, a story about a magician who dreams himself a child, “limb by limb and feature by feature, in a thousand and one secret nights”.