Dream About Traveling With Roommates

Once upon a dream, I find myself simply witnessing. I remember, I remember a woman, probably mid-twenties to mid-thirties, who had a collapsible apartment and she would have adventures. She would have traveled the world. And on occasion, have a roommate. I may have been one of her roommates but I felt as though I had the context to see the others that she might have had. There's a scene, for example, when one of her roommates, it's her birthday, and she wants to get blasted drunk, and so the woman tells her to ride a bike to the destination and catch an Uber home. She even suggests that she ride along with her roommate Just to feel the wind in her hair Or there was option for her friend to just simply ride alone and Then they could always pick up the bike the next day. The scene shifts, and I find myself in a shared room. It's as if there are two people living in it, with unseen borders or walls, but living quite contently. Each indivisible room, made distinct by the way it is fashioned or designed. One of these rooms, I believe to be mine. Or at least some of the trinkets and whatnot. Held some nostalgia to me. I get the impression that one of the people I shared this room with was SZA. It's as if we were old acquaintances, or we had knew each other in a time before. The scene changes and now instead of a travelling woman, it's a travelling man. He is a scientist who has travelled the world as well. He has lots of documentation. Lots of paperwork. There was a scene where he ordered these big shipping containers, or something of the like, to be sent to his remote location at the base of a mountain, and atop this mountain was just piles and piles and piles of research. I'm surprised that the wind did not carry them away, for this was how dense they were. This man, too, had a collapsible apartment. Now, he was very much rigid in his ways. He did not mind that he was a hermit. The woman from the previous scene, who had the collapsible apartment, now shared the apartment. But maybe he was the one now dictating where to go. They do not seem to be romantically involved but there is a scene where he has or she has a pet gorilla and it's very much giving King Kong in size. It is bedtime, and I find myself in a room, simply observing her. She is aware of my presence, and is unbothered. The intention is to sleep, but that is not what happens. I get the impression that in this blank room, upon its walls, in this cube, there is a projector playing memories from her past. I'm assuming they're there to help soothe her sleep, but she does not. I don't think she can sleep, because she is more concerned about me getting my beauty rest than hers. The night transitions to day, or morning rather, and her first thought Is something about forgetting to or remembering to love the watchful eye of her gorilla over her? Because I guess she had forgotten that he was there. Or she missed his first glimpse of her that morning, which is something special to her. There was another scene between the traveling man and the traveling woman where after his adventures he is in a stable home with comrades, colleagues maybe, and she sort of goes off on him because this is not the life that she wanted for herself. This is not what she thought would manifest and she told him that the things that made him happy were not normal, in that they were essentially opposites in every way. And she sort of resented him for it.