Diving Ship underneath Table

1. Broken Keyboard

Keys of the keyboard of my laptop broken at some point in a dream, maybe because I was a little wild or careless. A heap of keys on top of each other, but I did not panic, instead I saw that I could easily get them in the right place when I shifted one from underneath the others. Then at least would most fall into place again naturally. About the one I did not know.
I did think when it happened that it must happen to me, for the keyboard is old and one button was already loose. So I was not surprised. Though I don't want the computer to fall apart.

2. Ship dives under the Table

I read a note, outside in a city, with two other people, maybe my brothers, in the sunshine. The note is on the right page at the bottom, of a book which I am studying. This is something I wanted to know for a long time and know I have access to it. It is only a few lines, but in the middle the name of my father appears. I had seen it even before I read it, but I read as if I don't know, then when I pass the line with the name I acknowledge it. I am a bit surprised, because I did not think my father was in a secret society or did anything occult, but it seems that years ago, before my time for sure, he was part of an organization and worked personally on highly classified materiel. I try to remain poised however. First name and last name mentioned.
The passage is a hint, so we go inside the building, it is an old house, maybe in Holland. Maybe ship building. Now it is like a museum, so old furnishings, from the 17th century. The note also said 1641 or something.
I am looking for clues. At some point my father is actually there.
In the main salon, we sit down. There is another year I see, or the same, I can't remember. Then before I have all the knowledge, my father wants to let the ship to water. The ship is in the house, and he releases it, it has been a very long time since it has been in action, but everything still works, and my father remembers all. But the ship goes down, pointing dangerously deep. There is water underneath the table, we have all assembled at the table, big wooden one. The ship dives into the water, head first. This can't be right. A boat should float. There is some kind of docks, or at least access to the open water, underneath the table, you can see it.
My father hauls up the boat again. This time he wants to do it right. The boat starts high up like on a scaffold. Then, with some mechanism he lowers it, but he can't lower it one level at the time, but only half levels, meaning first the front and then the back, so every time there is a chance that it will slip and fall down. But it doesn't, my father is very experienced, we all see that.
Then he takes many levels at one go, and we all keep our breath, but he makes it. No worries. Everything goes fine. My father knows exactly how it must be done.