I wanted no part in moving. The last time my parents moved, when I was four, I bombarded them with stuffed animals and locked myself in my room for days. I was hardly any more mature fourteen years later. My parents attempted to reason with me. They told me that I would be out of the house, that it wouldn’t affect me because I would be at college. This only hardened my resistance. My house had played a formative role throughout my life. My family had lived there for the last 14 years, it had been a place of many firsts for me. First kiss and first cigarette, broken windows and broken arms. This was the center of all my memories. This was were I had grown up, and I refused to give up on it so easily.
While my parents created plans for the new house, I worked on my own. I had blueprints also; my house was to become a citadel. Just as the zealots of Massada made their final stand against the evil Romans on their mountaintop fortress, I would hold out against the legions of moving vans.
When I woke up I spent all day thinking about the dream. “Why had everyone aged but me,” I pondered to myself. I interpreted the dream as being related to the issue of moving. Everyone in my family was progressing with the move, just as they had progressed in my dream. Yet during this whole process, I had become stagnant.
It dawned on me that my siege was not based on the principle of revolution, but instead reaction. I was fighting for the status quo, I had become a reactionary. I would be judged on the losing side of history, with the likes of Metternich, who sought to stem the tides of nationalism in Europe. My refusal to evolve had turned me into an anachronism, just like I was in the dream. I was fighting the inevitable flow of progress; it was a battle I would surely lose. I realized that the sweeping sands of time would swirl over me, even if I continued to be static.
Sadly, I lowered the red banner of revolt and raised the white flag of defeat. My dream helped me to understand that my holding out was only hindering progress. The dream forced me to come to grips with the inevitable; I had to move on as well. Finally I agreed to call off the siege and I acquiesced to seeing the new house.