My Lucid Dreams

Had this dream yesterday, since I'm in vacation I thought I' write it in there

Lucidity: 7/10 -- good memory of waking life, but thought that some dc's were real people.
Control: 5/10
Vivacity: 8.5/10

I'm unsure if this is a separate dream, but I was in Paris (super common theme in summer for me) with my family... for some reason I decided to just kinda stray off while they are in a Caribbean-looking souvenir shop (lol). I walk to a square which looks like an enhanced version of the market place in my hometown. (As I'm writing this I realize that this part of the dream is nostalgic af. Might wanna look into that ). I eventually arrive at a tourist-filled spot with, at one side of it, an amusement park-style entrance (where you would buy the tickets and stuff). I notice a IRL "friend" of mine, with a group of people know. I learn that they are here as a "field trip."
(...)
I'm in my neighborhood, lucid. Me and a 3 real life friends are walking on a road that I usually jog on. A house at my left has a mailbox on the shape of a manatee.
"Hey guys, how about we try flying a bit ?" I shout. I am convinced that they are lucid dreamers themselves and that this is a shared dream.
For some reason I chose the "air swimming" method. I get up about one and a half meter in the air but I'm really slow. For a few seconds I try my most trusted flying method (really hard to explain... it's kinda like doing telekinesis on myself..) but I feel like in this dream, any kind of active dream control is going to take a lot of focus. I slowly levitate closer to the ground. I keep my head up and kick my legs upwards, pointing my chest to the ground but I just keep losing height. I think about entering sage mode or asking the dream for more control, but I don't want to waste time; I'll do with what I have. I focus on the air around me, and I recall the sensation of swimming in water. That oughta make it a bit easier. In an instant, the air feels like water; I can even see a very vague water line up in the trees. Every stroke I take now feels a whole lot more efficient, and I'm able to swim/fly faster.
(...)
The guys from earlier and I are in a city. It looks like a mix of Spanish, Moroccan and Indian architecture. Leading the group, I jump to a flat roof.
"You guys wanna do some pakour?"
I front flip to a lower roof, roll and run back towards the other building. I jump to it, and land onto a window's edge. The guys follow me. One of them, David, falls down in the alley, but climbs back up.
"I'm not good at that kinda stuff," he says.
(...)
We're on a playground structure, I propose a dream control competition, just to show off. The guy who fell earlier volunteers to go first. The playground looks a lot like the one I used to play at as a kid; there are trees surrounding it the same way they do in waking life. David points his hands at a part of the slide.
Oh cool, telekinesis!
He is struggling. He switches position a few times and then lets his hands fall to his sides.
"Ok my turn," I say.
"Wait I'm not done yet, I'll get it."
He tries again on something else behind me. I start turning around to see but I feel the dream becoming dangerously unstable.
"Hurry up dude I'm losing the dream."
"Yeah wait a second I'll get it," He answers, "This is only my 3rd lucid dream, or something."
I sigh, and look down at my hands as I rub them together.
Impatient, I shoulder bump him to take his place... I really want to show off before the dream ends . Looking down from the slide, I realize that the ground is sand.
That'll do.
I lift my hands up and focus. I can feel the sand, its weight and position. Just like you can feel the weight and position of an object as you lift it. I focus on the sand being lifted up. I focus on the feeling of it being lifted up before it actually starts to move. I can see the sand converge into a meter wide pile, then fall back to its original position.
Right I almost forgot. I barely have any control in this dream.
I lift my hands higher and look into the sky.
"More Control !" I shout, in a very thick french accent.
I look down at the sand and I shoot a one meter thick stream of sand into the air. I turn around to look at it but the dream slowly turns dark.

I wake up with the music from a movie I used to love as a kid, "Yamakasi." It was playing on the radio yesterday.