Is it funny how our dreams chanage over time?

When we are young we want to be a superhero, out to save the world, bringing down all the bad guys.
Then as we grow older and we're small kids, we want to conquer the mountains, change the world.
Growing up even more we want to be doctors, policemen, lawyers.
Then it changes for awhile and we just want to be that rock star, performing in front of a crowd screaming your name or that famous sports star who millions are glued to your every move.

And suddenly we grow up and we want to enter the university, the course we want to enter, score well academically.

Where did all the meaningful dreams go to?
Stop all the screaming I need a break.