I was at a function, and ended up with a friend and we ran down the street to go smoke a joint. I woke up a few times and used the wild technique to go back to lucidity. Eventually, I finally flew for the first time. I went up into space, although I was injured slightly(I burned my arms). I came back down and tested my ability by flying towards groves of trees and then flying back up. I think that when I went towards the trees I pushed it too far, and lost lucidity.

A couple of nights later, I returned to this environment. It was so weird the dream began with me standing/walking slowly in the middle of the road and I became lucid almost instantly recognizing the road. I flew up and down. I had heard from a friend that breathing underwater is a kick, so I tried to fly into a pool. I swerved down, missed it, two times, and finally landed on the ground next to it. I dove in, and although a bit reluctant breathed underwater twice. When I came out of the water I lost lucidity. But I remember the rest of the dream as running around, apparently I had run out of space. I think I pretty much trapped myself by not even considering what I would do after being shocked by breathing underwater.