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In the second dream I was troop leader for a bunch of boy scouts, one of them my son. It was a long and complicated dream that somehow involved some woman as our nemesis, but in the end, as the dream was evaporating, what I remembered was the final scene in the dream where we were on the way back from camp and I was talking to someone and looking at pictures I had taken.

It was the first picture of the adventure, but over and over I was retroactively re-taking the picture, "hmm, no, I should have been standing more like that with this facial expression" and now the picture looked like that instead. Finally I was satisfied with the picture and then I woke up.