I remembered

I was in a trailer house we used to own, except it was all kinds of aquas and pinks and bold colors. The people who lived there were moving out/moving in(?), and while I was looking around (I guess I was the landlord) I realized that we didn’t completely move out when we left, so our stuff was in there, plus a bunch of our trash. I was trying to tidy up some of the stuff we left. When I left the house, I drove off in my first car, and there was a big gate like on rural places with cattle, and I didn’t or couldn’t get out to shut the gate, and I called someone at the front of the trailer park to come through and shut the gate for me. Not an earth-shattering dream by any means.