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Ill go and sit somewhere else, Sophie said. Dont go, he said. Look in the jar carefully and I think you will be seeing this dream. Sophie peered into the jar and there, sure enough, she saw the faint translucent outline of something about the size of a hens egg. There was just a touch of colour in it, a pale seagreen, soft and shimmering and very beautiful. There it lay, this small oblong seagreen jellyish thing, at the bottom of the jar, quite peaceful, but pulsing gendy, the whole of it moving in and out ever so slightly, as though it were breathing. Its moving Sophie cried. Its alive Of course its alive. What will you feed it on Sophie asked. It is not needing any food, the BFG told her. Thats cruel, Sophie said. Everything alive needs food of some sort. Even trees and plants. The north wind is alive, the BFG said. It is moving. It touches you on the cheek and on the hands. But nobody is feeding it. Sophie was silent. This extraordinary giant was disturbing her ideas. He seemed to be leading her towards mysteries that were beyond her understanding. A dream is not needing anything, the BFG went on. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out. The BFG stood up and walked over to one of the many shelves and placed the latest jar among the thousands of others. Please can I see some of the other dreams Sophie asked him. The BFG hesitated. Nobody is ever seeing them before, he said. But perhaps after all I is letting you have a little peep. He picked her up off the table and stood her on the palm of one of his huge hands. He carried her towards the shelves. Over here is some of the good dreams, he said. The phizzwizards. Would you hold me closer so I can read the labels, Sophie said. My labels is only telling bits of it, the BFG said. The dreams is usually much longer. The labels is just to remind me. Sophie started to read the labels. The first one seemed long enough to her. It went right round the jar, and as she read it, she had to keep turning the jar. This is what it said: TODAY I IS SITTING IN CLASS AND I DISCOVER THAT IF I IS STARING VERY HARD AT MY TEECHER IN A SPHESHAL WAY, I IS ABLE TO PUT HER TO SLEEP. SO I KEEP STARING AT HER AND IN THE END HER HEAD DROPS ON TO HER DESK AND SHE GOES FAST TO SLEEP AND SNORKLES LOUDLY. THEN IN MARCHES THE HEAD TEECHER AND HE SHOUTS WAKE UP MISS PLUMRIDGE HOW DARE YOU GO TO SLEEP IN CLASS GO FETCH YOUR HAT AND COTE AND LEAVE THIS SCHOOL FOR EVER YOU IS SACKED BUT IN A JIFFY I IS PUTTING THE HEAD TEECHER TO SLEEP AS WELL, AND HE JUST CRUMPLES SLOWLY TO THE FLOOR LIKE A LUMP OF JELLY AND THERE HE LIES ALL IN A HEAP AND STARTS SNORKELLING EVEN LOWDER THAN MISS PLUMRIDGE. AND THEN I IS HEARING MY MUMMYS VOICE SAYING WAKE UP YOUR BREKFUST IS REDDY. What a funny dream, Sophie said. Its a ringbeller, the BFG said. Its whoppsy. Inside the jar, just below the edge of the label, Sophie could see the puttingtosleep dream lying peacefully on the bottom, pulsing gently, seagreen like the other one, but perhaps a trifle larger. Do you have separate dreams for s and for s Sophie asked. Of course, the BFG said. If I is giving a s dream to a , even if it was a really whoppsy s dream, the would be waking up and thinking what a rotbungling grinksludging old dream that was. s would, Sophie said. These here is all s dreams on this shelf, the BFG said. Can I read a s dream You can, the BFG said, and he lifted her to a higher shelf. The label on the nearest sdream jar read as follows: I IS MAKING MYSELF A MARVELUS PAIR OF SUCTION BOOTS AND WHEN I PUT THEM ON I IS ABEL TO WALK STRATE UP THE KITSHUN WALL AND ACROSS THE CEILING., WELL, I IS WALKING UPSIDE DOWN ON THE CEILING WEN MY BIG SISTER COMES IN AND SHE IS STARTING TO YELL AT ME AS SHE ALWAYS DOES, YELLING WOT ON EARTH IS YOU DOING UP THERE WALKING ON THE CEILING AND I LOOKS DOWN AT HER AND I SMILES AND I SAYS I TOLD YOU YOU WAS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL AND NOW YOU HAS DONE IT.








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