I’m 40. I dream of missing the school bus.

Some times I dream of getting on the school bus but having forgotten to put on shoes.

I dream of being late for a cubicle data processing job I haven’t worked at for 7 years. (I worked for them for 11 years though). I then go on to do the work in the dream.

Like my brain torturing me.

They only turn when they are personally affected in a big way.

Plenty still haven’t felt that yet.