I woke this morning from a random non-lucid dream. I then fell back to sleep and had this dream:

My room was like the room at the top of a lighthouse, I was messing about with the light swich on my wall which was meant to be my christmas tree (my second one). I hear my dad going downstairs. I shout to him "Dad, what date is it?!" and he replies "Christmas!". I'm still messing about with the light switch. They were lights to light up my room.

When I woke up in real life, I looked up quickly at the door, and I thought for one second that this 'second christmas tree' existed, but it didn't.