Dream About Driving Camper Van 2

So, there were two main distinct portions of my dream. The first, I remember, I was maybe living in a camper van of sorts, and I was driving on the interstate. For whatever reason, I found myself on the roof of the car while the car was driving without me. I'm not sure if this was some self-deriving mobile, however, I did see this as a danger from doing this action. What's even weirder, or more strange, or more bizarre, is that while atop the camper van, I was doing the most random stretches. I was on my back with my legs in the air, and I remember doing this as we were going under bridges. There is one moment where I kind of slip off while I'm at the front of the Kimber van from the top and I grab the sides of the car before I hit the floor in the moving pavement and I'm able to pull myself back on top of the roof. This happens again, shortly after, and this time I'm not able to secure a tight grip and my muscles give out. Now before I fall to my doom and become road kill, I see a car that is in front of mine that has stopped. No one is in it, and I feel like it's up to me to get it out of the way. So somehow I land neatly within the driver's seat and begin driving that car instead. I get the impression that this stale vehicle was the reason for the traffic that I was in… The scene changes and now I find myself living outside and the only thing that looks familiar to me is my Murphy bed. Now what's odd is that it's not even affixed to a wall to secure it, however, the bed is in the down position, which would make no sense. I get the impression that I was living in Colorado at the time and that I was living in the neighborhood that my grandparents live in around Colorado Springs. My bed is maybe 20-30 feet away from the sidewalk in the street and there are tarps that are kind of blocking my residency there. I'm able to see people walking by at nighttime but in the daytime I feel more exposed and I realize that I'm on somebody's property and I'm not sure if they're okay with me living there or squatting there but they have not said anything this entire time. And I get the impression that I've been living there for a while, maybe a month or two, because I remember going to work, for whatever reason, while living there. And my biggest concern was the rain, because I know that my Murphy bed is not made out of real wood, it is made out of particle board, and once it rained, the particle board would pretty much bust open. So I told myself that I needed to paint it with some waterproof paint or some way to protect it from the outdoors and the elements.