This one began as a false awakening. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee. The house was dark and felt more like evening than early morning. My father greeted me from the top of the stairs -- he was surrounded by boxes full of Christmas decorations, he having apparently dragged them up from storage. That should've been my first clue, but no, it didn't at all phase me that my dad was getting Christmas stuff out on Halloween... The dream shifts to a later time and I've just helped him decorate the tree in the dining room. At this point I do a nose RC. Not sure what triggered it, perhaps it was because the tree was set up in the wrong location of the house?
In any case, I became lucid. And I was also much more aware than I've been in my past lucid dreams. I marveled at how crisp my surroundings appeared to be and I understood that my brain was fabricating everything I saw. The dining table was covered in a dusting of cookie crumbs, and it looked so REAL. The light from the ceiling lamp was reflected off the table exactly like it does in waking life. I brushed my fingertips through the cookie crumbs and I could actually feel each crumb drag across my skin, as well as the coolness of the table beneath them. Not quite the strength of sensation it would have in the waking world, but close.
At the end of the dining room was a wire shelf full of merchandise, as if my house was half-store, half-home. I walked over to it and read the packaging on what looked like a child's calculator. The writing was just barely distorted -- two letters mixed up, or a dash replacing a single letter in a word that was otherwise understandable. It struck me as absurd that my mind could recreate cookie crumbs on a table so accurately, but would blunder up the spelling in one word.
I may have lost lucidity briefly here. Next thing I know, I was trying to leave the house (and the front door/entryway looked nothing like it actually does). My dogs kept getting in my way, and my small white dog was filthy, like he'd been out rolling in crap. I angrily shoved him away from the door and then immediately felt bad. I thought to myself here, "I don't want to become violent even if it is a dream, this is a place with no consequences and that shows what kind of person I really am."
Once I got outside, I saw that everything was covered in snow; it appeared as if it were the middle of December. I also noticed that I was on the wrong street. It looked like the street my maternal grandfather had lived on. At this point I think I doubted if I was in a dream or not, so I looked at my hand (the first time I can remember doing this RC in a dream). My ring finger and middle finger were fused together up to the first joint, and the ring finger was shorter than it should be. It looked so weird and cool!
So...I'm outside, what am I going to do now? I remembered my dream goals, and decided that I wanted to find my dreamworld best friend. I saw a couple of little girl DCs walking up the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. They were dressed in blue winter coats and gloves. I shouted out to them, "Where is my dream best friend?" They pointed down the east end of the street, and I thanked them. And I was still amazed at the strangeness of my hands, so before I turned away from the girls, I held my palms out to see if they'd react to how bizarre they looked. No reactions at all, they didn't care.
I began walking in the opposite direction, towards the east. As I did so, I noticed that I had no pants on. Um, weird, but I was glad that I at least didn't feel cold. And I also noticed that the windows were lit in one of the houses I passed by. This was my maternal grandfather's house, and inside I could see my step-grandmother, my aunt, and my uncle sharing Christmas dinner together. I felt momentarily offended that my family was excluded, before I reminded myself that it was just a dream anyway. (I've never been close to that side of that family. I think this may be where those dreams about me being an estranged aunt come from. I don't want to be like that with my own nephews/nieces!)
I continued onward. When I reached the top of the street, I kinda forgot who I was trying to find, and this triggered memories of the dream I had recently with Robin Williams. "It would be cool to see him again," I thought. But then I remembered that I was trying to find my dreamworld best friend, and pushed R.W. out of my mind.
I turned onto a different street and saw another DC -- a guy, perhaps in his 30s, going for a late-night jog. I was going to ask him where my best friend was, but I ended up slipping on a patch of ice and falling onto my naked rear. DC guy leaned down to help pull me back up. I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I had no pants on.
At this point, things turned NSFW. The DC guy mirrored my awareness of the no pants situation, and he said, very suggestively, "Can I...help you?" I remembered readings reports of people seeking sexy goals in dreams, so I thought, eh, why not. So he helped me stand up and then he began tugging at his blue sweat pants. He pulled me closer and started acting as if we were having sex. But I couldn't feel anything except for his hands on my shoulders. It seemed very stupid. I was waking up too, so I grew irritated and told him to hurry on with it already, I had other more important things I wanted to do in this dream.