Dream snippets

I was painting a watercolor landscape, just letting the brush line lead me. It was very ethereal and beautiful. Then I painted a huge mass of clouds and smoke in the middle of the page so that it looked like a geyser erupting. Later I saw my father with a chestnut tree in acrylic on canvas that he had painted. His instructor had told him to crop it differently and fill in more of the bottom, so he was repainting the tree. I remember being quite shocked to learn that chestnuts were blue. He was doing them in a rectangle for the perspective, and told me he had done it as a square but the teacher suggested a rectangle. Then we painted a whole bunch of blue chestnuts and rolled them in some gray fibers so that they looked like Italian prune plums with that silvery sheen on their surface, only bigger and rounder.