Catching escaped convicts

I was up high and watching from where I was sitting before. I couldn't help them as I watched a bunch of guys chasing this one who was running away. He got away a bit and hid instead of going onward, so those who were chasing him thought he went on, and went past that spot as they were looking for him. When they got back from looking, he jumped out from behind a tree to kill them. He had a knife so I was worried for them, but 3 of them surrounded him and beat him and they didn't receive a scratch.

It happened once before where Aaron Roundy was one of them too where he volunteered to go and help find a way. This time one of God's servants came and confirmed the truth and told them it was a deadly disease and that they needed to get out, so they found a way even though the way was hedged by evil men who wanted to kill them.

It's conforting that they came through without a scratch. And so I can too. Later-There are these 3 guys who are gonna be living with me as they face the challenges of life. I think that's what this dream is about.

Still don't know the answer

I was dreaming that I was in Dr. Neville Brooke's Pharmacology class, and he asked a question for us to answer, so this one girl started to say something, but then another girl was excited, and said, "Oh, yeah," and started to babble some incoherent answer, but then realized she still didn't know the answer, so the first girl started again, and then second girl did it again. Finally, it happened a third time, and the first girl who still knew the answer gave up with an exasperated roll of her eyes. Dr. Brookes looked at us, and I said, "So...I still don't know the answer." Everyone looked at each other, unsure what to do, and I got one of those quiet fits of laughter and my face turned red trying to control it, so then I woke up.

I look famous?

In my dream, I was watching this fight on TV. Then I changed the channel and there was another fight between 2 baseball players after a game. I thought someone was gonna stop it or they were gonna kill each other because they were exchanging blows and doing WWF moves on each other. Then I was there and a TV reporter asked me who I was and moved me so I'd be behind the fighters in the camera. I tried to brush it off, but she said, No, no, who are you? Then I said, Peter Hecker, and she, Oh-ed in fake realization. Then I continued explaining, "I went to Brigham Young, and..."

I dreamed I wrote my dream in my dream journal. Then I woke up and wrote this down

Being held captive

I dreamed I was being held captive by the devil. He had funny books like Hell goes Hell and Things you don't show the family after the operation, a picture book depicting gruesome scenes. Then I discovered the fireplace was not real and was an illusion, and I escaped that way. He was my friend before. I didn't know why he was holding me captive.
I think in real life, the devil uses illusions, and we only hold ourselves captive.