Being Vin Diesel (and sucking at it)

This dream was from two nights ago. I was Vin Diesel as Xander Cage in XXX. I was airlifted via silent helicopter into a complex bordered by trees. It was daytime and snow covered the ground. I was there for some sort of recon/stealth mission. But the first guard outside the building spotted me, and I had to run. As long as I could find a place to hide and try again, my mission wouldn't be a total bust.

I started sliding downhill on my boots and thinking that this would be a lot easier with a snowboard. Then I just decided that I had one, and I did. (I'm getting better at controlling my dreams even if I don't realize that's what I'm doing at the time.) I made it to the bottom of the hill and there was a parking lot and a snowed-over nature park further on. I'd lost the guard but he'd managed to get two bad guys on my tail (the two Russian guys who hang out with the main bad guy in XXX and the guy who smokes). They pulled into the parking lot as I ran by their pickup truck. They chased me into the park and I was thinking that I my odds were getting worse because I was getting tired, I hadn't expected the chase to last this long.

Then I realized they had guns. A moment later they shot me and I fell to the ground. I laid there and didn't move or say anything. The guys, unable to make me talk for the moment, ripped three patches off my jacket. The first one... I forget what it was. The second one said I'd seen six years in Iraq. The third one said I was a Navy SEAL. It vaguely occurred to me that maybe it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to be wearing those patches at that moment (although the guys seemed slightly impressed at my war duty).

Then I woke up.