Well, it's 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. I am real! said Alice, and began to cry. You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying, Tweedledee remarked: there's nothing to cry about. If I wasn't real, Alice said- half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous- I shouldn't be able to cry. I hope you don't think those are real tears? Tweedledee interrupted in a tone of great contempt.