Mark Wahlberg is our only hope

Categories: 3, 7 — although maybe should be another category for strong sense of smell.

This dream was very long, I woke up because of alarm before the whole narrative was over, anyway it starts off with Mark Wahlberg walking along a main city street, I think it may have been Main Street in Salt Lake City but a while ago, but it was supposed to be generic metropolis meant to cause you to imagine big American city.

As he walks he is on his phone with his wife, he is going to meet his wife and kid, Mark Wahlberg is a family man type of guy, and this isn’t one of these movies where he has family problems and needs to do something heroic to let them know he is a good man, his family is fine with him and all that.

Suddenly some cars and trucks pull up in front of the big nondescript business building he is walking by and scary people with movie villain costuming jump out and point weapons at the crowd and start shooting, but these are not normal weapons, these basically shoot cartoon reality bolts and geometrical shapes that are sort of fluid, at any rate stuff that is not from earth and maybe not even possible in our universe, things that have cartoon physics associated with them. Scary situation, Mark Wahlberg ducks behind trash can, 9 year old non-Caucasian kid, maybe American Indian I’m not sure ends up next to him, and says come on, idiot we gotta get out of here, so he runs with the kid and the get out of the area getting shot at and now walking down city street again.

Mark is obviously and understandably a bit freaked out. He looks behind him and says what the hell was that, the kid says “what do you care, we’re out of there aren’t we”

“Hey no, I need to know what’s going on!” he tries to grab kid by shirt, kid is wearing some sort of khaki explorer’s outfit, kid slips from his grasp and runs the kid is faster and more wily however, but just as he is about to evade Mark forever (remember they are running down the street) big garbage trucks come driving up with large mounted machine guns (but modified to shoot this cgi stuff) and they start shooting, Mark jumps behind newstand and a bad guy comes down from truck to get him (the bodies of other people are getting gathered up by the bad guys and dumped in the garbage trucks) but Mark stands up and clocks him one, knocking the guy out and then Mark runs away before the rest of the bad guys can shoot him. Frankly the bad guys seem a little slow on the uptake as they just stand there looking at him escape but whatever, so then Mark catches up with the kid again, only now the kid is with a guy who looks sort of like a long-haired young Peter Coyote, so this guy with hair to the shoulders

Anyway Peter Coyote tells Mark he is the one they’ve been waiting for who can take down the marauders, Mark’s like “who?”, it turns out the Marauders have been doing this for years, driving down the streets, zapping people with alien tech and taking their bodies off to who knows where but because Mark managed to get away from them twice and punch one out he is able to take care of all this.

Maybe Peter Coyote is overly impressed with a strong right hook.

Anyway now starts a long phase of the dream where Mark and Peter Coyote and the kid whose name I never do catch spend time wandering around observing marauder raids where Peter Coyote talks about how they first appeared and they use some sort of memory masking tech so that most people can’t remember but Mark remembers because he went through two raids together in less than an hour and got away from both before the raids were done so he is able to remember whatever. So then they are watching a raid and Peter Coyote is like now you’re ready Mark, go get that lazer gun! And Mark is like no I just want to get to my wife and kid. Mark if you don’t do this soon there may not be a world for your wife and kid! And Mark chickens out and Peter says I was wrong about you Mark you’re not the one!

So Mark leaves and is back on his phone with wife and kid, and meets wife and kid and wonderful family moment, whoa honey I have had a really weird day I’ll tell you about it later — because definitely if I found out people were being attacked by terrorists with alien tech and their bodies taken away and nobody could remember anything about it because of memory altering tech I would definitely be like tell you about it later honey. This one will make you laugh! Hah hah.

And then he meets with Wife and telegenic all-American kid, and all’s right with his world but before he has the chance to tell family about his weird day wouldn’t you just know it — up drives a bunch of big fire trucks with terrorists on it shooting weird bouncy lazer CGI weapons

Mark opens a door in the side of the building they are by, and tries to pull Wife and kid in with him but a particularly bouncy energy beam hits the door, knocking him back and separating them, there are some metal stairs and he gets knocked down but manages to catch himself as he is falling and pull himself back up using the power of strength! (Mark is just not the guy they cast to nimbly swing from a position of danger to somewhere else, he has to flex muscles and pull himself up)

He comes back out the building but no! Too late! Wife and all-american kid are gone. He walks disoriented down the street — what is he going to do?! Then he sees Peter Coyote again,

He goes to Peter Coyote and is all like I’m ready, we gotta take down those bad guys but Peter Coyote doesn’t want anything to do with him. Unfortunately Mark is damaged goods in Peter Coyote’s eyes. Then as Mark is there begging him some of Peter’s friends show up, there is a guy that I think was inuit with short sort of preppyish hair that is dyed so blonde it is essentially white, he is wearing a jacket just like Mark’s and he seems to be a super cool friend of Peter’s and they are all intent on going into the mall and eating, so the dream follows them into the mall which is quite a bit like Torvehallerne in copenhagen https://torvehallernekbh.dk/ and they go to a little stall in there and eat fish frikadeller.

Now I don’t like fish frikadeller that much, it’s basically made like hamburgers but instead of ground up beef you use ground up fish (it’s not as nasty as I just made it sound either but just to clarify it is not the greatest thing in the world) BUT at some occasions when you are perhaps tired and they are made really good, with a good homemade remoulade sauce and with a twist of lemon with it they are wonderful

So the reason for this digression and perhaps the whole reason to put this otherwise pedestrian Mark Wahlberg vehicle into the dream log is that they then had the best frikadeller in the world, the dream was very close up on the frikadeller and the smell of them being made — the thick remoulade and the smell of the lemon being squeezed onto the frikadeller before eating. It was incredible sensing these things in a dream and being able to focus in the way you can in dreams on incidentals. I really wanted to eat frikadeller at that moment.

Then I woke up, the main story line unfinished but with a newfound respect for good fish Frikadeller.