I have been delving into lucid dreaming for the past couple of years. I used to do it all the time when I was a kid, but I lost the ability for a long time and I thought it was a growing up thing. Then it happened again and I began researching it. I was overjoyed to find that others have been doing it regularly and that it was a skill that could be practised and enhanced. Finally I had evidence to prove to my friends I wasn't just making this stuff up.
When I become lucid I often "feel" the room around me and that the space I'm in doesn't gel with the dream im in. Sometimes I can teeter on the fine line between awake and asleep. Dreams often become hollow or 2D at that point, but its easy to fall fully into the dream again.
I found out from different sources that there are tests you can do to see if your dreaming, although I've never had any doubt once I become lucid. You can't alter the lighting in a dream, since there is no real light in dreams. You also can't read small text as your brain can't cope with creating this kind of detail on the fly.
I tried to test whether I was dreaming when I became lucid, but I often hit some kind of brain barrier that immediately wakes me up. The following happened to me over the last 6 months and I think its quite hilarious, although people look at me as if I'm practising voodoo:
Test 1
I dreamt I was on a cruise ship going to somewhere exotic with absolutely everyone I know and love. The atmosphere was a utopian party of heavenly proportions, everyone was smiling and laughing, love was in the air, friendships were becoming deeper. All this was of course pure emotion and imagery being fed into my body by my brain. Awesome dream. Then it all changed and we were all next to a beautiful river on the sunniest day ever recorded, the emotion and feelings continued and I didnt realise a thing.
Things suddenly reversed back onto the ship and I suddenly became lucid. I knew the whole setup was a creation of my mind and thought that it was time to test whether I could read small text and verify I was dreaming. The only small text I could think of was my mobile phone, and since it worked in the film "Waking Life" I thought I'd give it a try.
I took the phone out of my pocket and glanced at the display - immediately my brains defense mechanism kicked in and swept me off into another fantasy. Instead of understanding the result of my test, I panicked because I realised I was on a cruise ship leaving the UK behind and I was on call with no signal... I couldnt read anything and I'd interpreted that as a no signal and worried about losing my job. I woke up straight away and then realised my error, I wasn't even on call that night. lol.
Test result - Couldn't read text, failed to interpret result properly.
Test 2
A couple of bank holidays ago, after getting little sleep the night before, I watched the Godfather for the first time (I know, its a classic etc.). I had a nice snooze straight after the film and immediately fell into a dream where I was alongside Michael "The Godfather" Corleone. What I remember was we were being chased from x to y, then from y to z ad nauseaum. At one point we had gangsters shooting at us from 10-20 meters aways so we ran down a cut between two buildings. When we got out the other side the building was an old style barbers, the ones with the spriralling stripy barbers pole. Michael ran into the barbers and I realised he was trying to throw them off the scent with a quick haircut! "We dont have time!" I exclaimed, as he immediately emerged with a complete makeover - Afro with a purple suit and huge sunshades. lol. I began to get a little suspicious of my conscious state at this point. The gangsters ran past us totally oblivious and we made our escape.
Next thing we were walking up a huge concert halls stairs, very posh and very epic. I actually felt the space i was walking into was huge, different from the rest of the dream. I suddenly became lucid when I realised the space I was feeling was actually the room I was asleep in - things suddenly became super real. The twinkling lights they had on the lip of every stair on the staircase were brighter than ever, beautiful chandaliers glinting in the light.
I wondered what to do now I knew I was dreaming and I reached the top of the stairs. I walked over to a balcony and took in an awesome view of the whole concert hall with people coming in and the band practising - only the best for the Corleones I thought. Then I thought I'd rebel against the natural urge to see the show, I turned around and saw a bare dark area behind me with the odd table and chair.
I noticed a singular gangster reading a paper like he'd been quickly dropped there too fill a hole in my dream. Ah ha! I thought, now i'm getting to the bottom of "mind". I sauntered over to the guy at the table and took a look at his paper to do the reading test again...
and the headline read...
FA FAH FE FE FAH FE
I woke myself up in a fit of laughter.
Test result - partially successful, I could read the text but either my brain tricked me into waking up, or I made the text up myself in some sub-consciuos way. Given the previous test I'd assume I was tricked by the sleep/dream mechanism to wake up.
Sorry for the long text, but hopefully you got a little laugh or guffaw out of it.