great and small

I wonder if a virulent fantasy reverent childhood doesn't lead to a long drawn out search for meaning in adulthood. I feel like as a kid, I was such a "daydreamer" that as an adult I have problems conceding to the powers of waking life. "Houston, we have a positive sighting of blatant self absorbtion, do you read me...over" "Uh...Copy that major Minor, we have eyes on yer bogie and have instructions to disregard...I repeat disregard... over"