Dreams from February 5, 2010:

I was in a prison, but it didn't look much like a prison because I spent most of my time in larger spaces. It may have been more of a work camp. I remember we were told that it was lights-out and I went to bed. Then a phone rang. I eventually answered it and the man on the phone told me that someone was coming to get me. I thought that meant they were going to get me out of prison, but it actually meant that they were going to kill me. Two masked figures approached me and shot me, and I died. Then I watched them search my belongings, and then they broke out of prison.