Dreams of Childhood Stories

I wonder sometimes if we will ever dream like we did when we were young, when we went to sleep knowing that the world was made out of super heroes and the bad tyrannosaurus rex. Just falling asleep in your bed not knowing what the open world has to offer. Whether we meet a giant spaceman, a decisive battle at the colosseum or an adventurous journey across the ocean. Sometimes I wish when I place a story book down and close my eyes, that a giant space shuttle of dreams just fly me away across the wide emptiness of space. Today's dreams on the other hand seems to be more mature, not that we want it but our surroundings are what affects our brainwaves everyday. Maybe i'll close off all reality, and read my story book once more.