Sometimes, L dreams.
They are horrible moving pictures that torment him, and he has to struggle to just wake up...
Sometimes, he dreams about his mother. Her dark eyes, her dark hair, her constant frown. He dreams about her, and it always ends the same way: she has a gun to her head and she says, "I'm so sorry, darling, but I just can't-" and she never finishes, because she's dead at that point. She's always dead, and L always wakes up right there.
He dreams about the children and their sweet little faces, but then they quickly turn to demons. The whole lot of them, sliding and crawling around the House, selfish and evil. They surround him. Their eyes are red.
Occasionally, he dreams about Light. But it's not Light. It's a disgusting, perverse imitation. This Light wears mirrors on his shoes; he hurts and uses people. This Light is evil. The real Light is most certainly not evil. (Or so L successfully convinces himself everyday, because Light is his friend... Right?)
Sometimes, L dreams.
He deems such an activity quite unneccesary.
