Flying... water... place

Ok, so it started out like I was in California, and we were visiting some kind of water / ball pit park. I was with my mom, grandma, and cousin Scott, I think. The place was like an island, so we had to get there by boat, which was more like a wide raft. Instead of pulling all the way up, since it broke, or something, Scott and I jumped in and swam to it.

Later, it was as if I were living on some kind of houseboat out in the water, with some people, I don't remember who they were, but I remember going to some store on the mainland with Kin, then when they closed the store (it looked like a big GAP), we did our security check, which, apparently was our job, somehow), while the real guards chased us. I started sliding on my feet, like I've done many times in different dreams. It's like I start going, then I lift my feet up, and I just slide on a cushion of air. It's similar to skating, but with less traction, so I end up running into stuff. I think at that point, the dream became semi-lucid.

We left, down the path towards the water. We were up on a steep hill that had a lot of pine trees around it, and Kin got a call on his cell phone (which he doesn't currently have), and was talking for a long time, so I flew back to the boat. Yeah, that's right. I flew. Suckers. And not any old flying, it was like I was rowing in air. This was more lucidity. It was strange, because I knew I could fly normally, headfirst, but the rowing made it feel more stable, and easier to control. Kept me more airborne. So I did, and when I got over the water, I tried to do a loop, unsuccessfully, lost too much altitude, and my face went in the water, but the rest of my body hovered. I know I got back to the boat / house, but I don't remember much else.