I've had the same fantasy since like forever.
Actually, I do remember the exact moment it came to be. I had an out-of-body experience while reading "Siddartha" by Hermann Hesse as a teenager. I live in the country, and it was a routine of mine, at the time, to go read outside. To cut the story short, for a relatively long moment I was the trees, I was the sky and the grass I was sitting on and all that shit. I let the book fall on my lap, and I just was. An amazing experience I won't ever forget.
So, yeah, I get it
Unfortunately, the logistics behind it makes this a nearly impossibe goal. I would have to move to Tibet or something, cause good luck trying to reach a permanet state of enlightment in this neurotic, materialistic, sensory overloading society of ours.
As an alternative way, I pondered the possibilty to enter a christian monastery. But I think being religious must be like the first criteria for admission. Still, I dig the simple lifestyle and I wish there were atheist monasteries. So unfair.