Last Night, a movie with Edward Norton that I became a part of

Last night I went to the movies by myself. I was watching an Edward Norton film about a man who was accused and convicted of killing a woman and sentenced to death row. He had like a few days left before being executed. His wife, Noami Watts, believed him to be innocent, many people did. His lawyers had bungled his case and it was about his last days alive, desperately trying to find a way to stay his sentence. And I remember crying, sitting between two strangers. And then it was no longer a movie, I was working at the library that was associated with the prison. It was this huge, beautiful library, with gorgeous wood work and huge windows and stacks and stacks of books. And I remember going through all the books, looking at all the sections, we even had a section just on different foods, meat, milk, etc. I remember sitting with all the employees and some of the prisoners, talking in whispers about how horrible it was all, that this innocent man was going to die. I knew I had to do something. All the employees had to leave that night and when I was going to walk out of the lobby, there was this huge dolphin, wrapped in ropes, dying. I burst into tears, desperately trying to get the ropes off, I took some one's knife and began cutting them as fast as I could. The dolphin seemed to get better, he grew wolf legs and walked off. I was so relieved, but also horrified at the thought that someone would do that to such a wonderful creature. But Edward Norton was still going to die. And then I remember talking to his lawyers, how the woman who was murdered was murdered inside her office, some place Norton had no access. And that her roommate had died of the disease RSS, something caused from bad milk. That was it, I knew I could prove his innocence by researching how this woman could have died from RSS, from bad milk. I tried to get back in the library, but it was closed. That's when some of the prisoners came down from ropes and told me they could help be sneak into the library. Three prisoners, all dressed in black, where propelling themselves down from the ceiling. I hung onto one and we lowered ourselves down from the ceiling. The library was being guarded by three old people, it was all lit by candle light. I remember swooping down, pretending I was a ghost, yelling something like, "the death of the innocent will not go unpunished." The three guards, one old white man, one old black woman, and the other I never saw, were convinced I was a ghost. It was strange, I remember swinging through the stalks, trying to get to the Milk section, yelling, and seeing this other figure swoop through the stalks, he had crazy brown hair, a wide open gaping mouth, but he seemed to be actually flying.

I remember I was lowered down, and Edward Norton and the lawyers and executioners were standing around, preparing for the execution. Norton got to have sex with his wife one last time in a dirty cell. While he was away, I remember pleading with the governor to let him go, that he was innocent. I remember sitting at a table, looking at a computer, I knew if I had only found the right book I could have proved his innocence. It was so very late. And I was so very very tired. And then all of a sudden all the facts of the case streamed past my eyes.

She was murdered at night. Norton had left the near by office buildings minutes before her time of death, it seemed impossible that he could have returned in time. The victim's roommate had died earlier that day of RSS. But then inconsistencies started to appear. He knew the victim, he was paying her rent down by the beach. His image began to transform, I could hear the lawyers hushed voices that something was off about the man, he had told blatant lies, he had tried to deceive them, he was known to be manipulative...

And than it was the evening. The library was full of people. And I could feel Norton searching me out, peering down on me, spying. Was he actually guilty? Had I been fooled? I knew if I found that book I could prove one way or the other. But was I now trying to prove he was guilty? The library was dark, old computers sat in corners, their dim blue light casting shadows. I asked a homeless man I knew to look up milk, but we were having trouble spelling it. We finally got it right, I found the section again, an old blue sign with numbers was hanging from a beam. Milk, section four. People seemed to be looking at me strange. I felt like I was in terrible danger all of a sudden. I looked over the different books. They all seemed so old, their titles lost to me now. I pulled one out, thumbed through it, now knowing that Norton was guilty, but wanted to die as a possible innocent man. The library seemed deserted all of a sudden. The candle light was fading. I was so scared.