'Do you have dreams? ' Asked Sophie.
---'Yes, dozens and dozens, piles and piles, in the jars nook and cranny of the shelves. ' Came the answer.
'No, BFG. I mean dreams, your own dreams, not the ones which were been captured.'
---'Ah, just single one. I invented it while I is sleeping in a blue baboon, the only once sleeping.'
'Was it beautiful?'
---'Yes, my, you could hear a ladybug walking across a leaf, clumpety-clumpety-clump, and there has the sound of a flower blooming, the silvery river chattering.'
'What a beautiful and precious thing, such a sweetie-your dream. I myself have dreams, fruity, horrid, excited and some just plain. Some were vivid, some were blurred.
---But they were also wonderful, like clouds, pebbles, balloons,marshrooms and butterflies.'
'You is a goody girl, you deserve them.'
'Hey, Murphy, do you have a dream?'
---'What?Dream?Me?
Oh, don't be ridiculous! Grownups don't have time to dream , instead they have to live, so many things to be considered are waiting. What about the living, the money , the bills, the house, the work, the tomorrow's bread...'
'Oh, bother , the boring adults, BFG, I think it's time we left.'
--'Wait, wait, where are you going , I'm not finished...'
(mumbling to myself, openning a can)' Hey, pussy , pussy, come here,that's my girl.
What's your dream ha?'
--'Meow!'
-'Yes, wet food.How clever and simple you are! You are the real part of my stary sky dream.
Dream, dream, a dream's supposed to pass the time , not fill it. Why do people always pursue these titchy and clossal, near and far things?'
---'Meow.'
The end
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