Me and my parents were in our Saint-Hubert house. Me and mom caught dad in the small room that we used to enter and exit the house. He was wearing a pajama and he was trying to screw things in one place near the floor (looked like 2 screws and 2 metal things to hold like shells or something else). He was complaining and whining because he could not properly do it and he was hurting himself. At one point he got up and was holding his left hand and almost crying from the pain he said that he hurt got really bad. Me and mom (or just mom or just me - that dream just came back to me a few minutes ago) said to him that he did not have to do that but he almost screamed (cannot remember what he said) and he got back to what he was doing.