I was at the Schneiders' house and I walk in the front door along with the triplets. I'm the last one inside and I leave the door open. Their mom starts to yell at them about the door being left open and I say, "Sorry. That was my fault." Someone hands me a can of beer. We start talking about how cool it is that the USA made it to the World Cup and how it's even cooler that the Ninja Turtles are on the team. I didn't even know they played soccer. I'm walking on a dirt road, on the way to mass with a group of people. The only one I can remember among them is my mom. Then my cousin catches up with us. She is cheerful and she picks me up to carry me to the church. (this is absurd because she is much smaller than me. I guess it was symbolic.) Along the way, my mom scrapes her arm on the branch of a tree. She will feel better once we get to the church.
All I remember is a woman with green and purple hair. I was mysteriously afraid of her. I'm kind of in a lull regarding my dream recall as of late. It's a bit frustrating.