OK, I'm in some sort of coalmine-like area or something (above ground though) and there's this track. A train goes by on it, and it's being used to transport things around the area. I lose my focus and look at my hands, which have bugs on them and I spend a few minutes freakin' out and trying to get them off but they won't come off.
Switch scenes; I'm in what is in my dream dad's workshop/garage. It's quite a big building, full of shelves of random crap and tools and parts and things, and also it looks like it's being used for storage for his house. I wander around a bit, then hear this noise: something rattling, like it's shaking because it's unstable. I look around a bit more and see this tank in a sink with a valve that looks like a soap dispenser (except said soap dispenser obviously can seal off) and it's rattling back and forth. I go tell dad about the strange noise, and he says not to worry it's just his post (possibly a pressur ecooker). He takes it and, using tongs because it's probably hot, pries it open but the rattling continues. I then tell him about that tank-thing and he starts freakin out. "We need to get out of here now." He runs towards the door, sees the tank aong the way and tries desperately to fix it.. saying "sit!" is the only thing I know he did (he was not in view). He fails, obviously, and we keep running. Through the door, and there's a ramp down to the next floor: I jump down sinc eit zig-zags, landing on the railing and then keep running. We get away and ot's dark and I don't know where I'm going. I reach out my hand and he takes it, and we keep running. I don't know if the thing blew up or not, that's where it ended.