Why remember this dream?

I rarely remember my dreams but this one was really odd. I was in a car and we turned down a street that had rows of homes, two story, Victorian types, with fences in front and gardens but they were like all burned out like in a fire. I keep thinking I saw this as a child but the odd part was the front of the houses were gone and each house had some sort of recycled items, like book, appliances, etc and the deal was the street was open certain hours each day and people could pick up and leave things it was very convoluted and still vivid 2 days later.

I just wonder what significance it meant to my subconscious.