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having the most curdbloodling time! This one is a real kicksy bog-thumper! I is exploding it as soon as I get home!’
    ‘Nightmares are horrible,’ Sophie said. ‘I had one once and I woke up sweating all over.’
    ‘With this one you would be waking up screaming all over!’ the BFG said. ‘This one would make your teeth stand on end! If this one got into you, your blood would be freezing to icicles and your skin would go creeping across the floor!’
    ‘Is it as bad as that?’
    ‘It’s worse!’ cried the BFG. ‘This is a real whoppsy grobswitcher!’
    ‘You said it was a trogglehumper,’ Sophie told him.
    ‘It is a trogglehumper!’ cried the exasperated BFG. ‘But it is also a bogthumper and a grobswitcher ! It is all three riddled into one! Oh, I is so glad I is clutching it tight. Ah, you wicked beastie, you!’ he cried, holding up the jar and staring into it. ‘Never more is you going to be bunkdoodling the poor little human-beaney totders!’
    Sophie, who was also staring into the glass jar, cried out, ‘I can see it! There’s something in there!’
    ‘Of course there is something in there,’ the BFG said. ‘You is looking at a frightsome trogglehumper.’
    ‘But you told me dreams were invisible.’
    ‘They is always invisible until they is captured ,’ the BFG told her. ‘After that they is losing a little of their invisibility. We is seeing this one very clearly.’
    Inside the jar Sophie could see the faint scarlet outline of something that looked like a mixture between a blob of gas and a bubble of jelly. It was moving violently, thrashing against the sides of the jar and forever changing shape.
     

    ‘It’s wiggling all over the place!’ Sophie cried. ‘It’s fighting to get out! It’ll bash itself to bits!’
    ‘The nastier the dream, the angrier it is getting when it is in prison,’ the BFG said. ‘It is the same as with wild animals. If an animal is very fierce and you is putting it in a cage, it will make a tremendous rumpledumpus. If it is a nice animal like a cockatootloo or a foggle-frump, it will sit quietly. Dreams is exactly the same. This one is a nasty fierce bogrotting nightmare. Just look at him splashing himself against the glass!’
    ‘It’s quite frightening!’ Sophie cried.
    ‘I would be hating to get this one inside me on a darksome night,’ the BFG said.
    ‘So would I!’ Sophie said.
    The BFG started putting the bottles back into the suitcase.
    ‘Is that all?’ Sophie asked. ‘Are we going?’
    ‘I is so upset by this trogglehumping bogthumping grobswitcher,’ the BFG said, ‘that I is not wishing to go on. Dream-catching is finished for today.’
    Soon Sophie was back in the waistcoat pocket and the BFG was racing home as fast as he could go. When, at last, they emerged out of the mist and came again on to the hot yellow wasteland, all the other giants were sprawled out on the ground, fast asleep.

    A Trogglehumper for
     
    the Fleshlumpeater
    ‘They is always having fifty winks before they goes scumpering off to hunt human beans in the evening,’ the BFG said. He stopped for a few moments to let Sophie have a better look. ‘Giants is only sleeping every then and now,’ he said. ‘Not nearly as much as human beans. Human beans is crazy for sleeping. Is it ever occurring to you that a human bean who is fifty is spending about twenty years sleeping fast?’
    ‘I must admit that never occurred to me,’ Sophie said.
    ‘You should allow it to occur to you,’ the BFG said. ‘Imagine it please. This human bean who says he is fifty has been fast asleep for twenty years and is not even knowing where he is! Not even doing anything! Not even thinking!’
    ‘It’s a funny thought,’ Sophie said.
    ‘Exunckly,’ the BFG said. ‘So what I is trying to explain to you is that a human bean who says he is fifty is not fifty, he is only thirty.’
    ‘What about me?’ Sophie said. ‘I am eight.’
    ‘You is not eight at all,’ the BFG said.