I went to bed too late, I slept good/solidly through several dreams during the night without waking up, I woke up late, and so I forgot all of my dreams except for part of the end of one dream; and I think that this dream was somewhat inspired by the film World War Z, which I watched last night before going to sleep.
The dream took place over a period of several days, weeks, and months in D at my grandfather’s house always during the morning I think; and my family was staying at my grandfather’s house it seemed, but I do not remember seeing my grandfather.
Maybe an unknown low-level sickness was spreading around the world and so we stayed inside my grandfather’s house mostly, but each morning I would go outside the front door by the mail box to check the mail/get the newspaper/take out and/or bring in the trash/to get some fresh air briefly.
One or more mornings some people either passed by and/or stopped at my grandfather’s house to talk with me and/or us, but I can not remember who they were or what we talked about or what happened; but I know that one morning I got or won or ordered or was given a tire for my automobile possibly by accident, and the automobile tire delivery company/service who brought me the tire were supposed to give me a new/used tire every-so-often as part of some new/used automobile tire delivery service that I won or ordered or was given somehow possibly by mistake.
The automobile tire delivery service/company/whoever would drop the tires off near the trash cans, so when I went outside to check the trash a tire would be there sometimes, but the second time they dropped off two tires that were deflated like a bicycle tire that is flat instead of being like normal solid automobile tires; and one of the deflated tires was the wrong size, and it was one or two sizes smaller than the tires on my automobile oddly.
I remember trying to think of some ways to contact the automobile tire delivery service/company/whoever to let them know the correct tire size for my automobile, and to let them know that I was grateful but that I did not need new/used tires that often; and so new/used tires ever few years would be better than every few months or every few weeks.
There was more to this dream than I can remember that probably explained/showed more about the possible unknown illness that was spreading around the world probably, which was probably a bit like in the film World War Z, but much more realistic and people probably did not become zombies; but I can not remember the rest of this dream or my other dreams at this time.