Often expressed as, "Here I am, wasn't I!"
I've had a couple of dreams where I was watching a band play, either at a club or a big festival, and after a little bit, the guitarist steps up to solo. All three times it's been an older man, late 60's or so. He starts to play, and it's the most beautiful guitar music I've ever heard. Awesome tone, perfect melodies, exciting rhythms. And it just keeps building. Then I wake up. I think these dreams are telling me to persevere. We have this idea in our culture that if you haven't "made it" by a particular age, then you might as well quit. I feel like this dream says, "Screw that! The best is yet to come!"