Last night I had a wild dream of being lost in Tiller, Oregon. For those of you that have never been to Tiller, it is a small community near the South Fork of the Umpqua River with a population of a little over 200 people. There are a few houses, a post office and a ranger station. At one time there was a grade school, store and some logging equipment nearby. Most of the town now is being over taken by blackberries.
The dream started out with people boarding buses for a tour of Tiller. The bus I was hoping to board with some friends was full, so I got on a bus in the rear that was a library bus. The District Ranger, who I knew from my days of working at the Cottage Grove Ranger Station was the tour leader for our bus. The first thing he had us do is say the pledge of allegiance to the flag. When the bus arrived in Tiller me and a young man were the last to depart the bus and all those ahead of us had disappeared. The young man and I started walking down a street in hopes of finding those ahead of us. We ended up in a flour mill that I knew was part of the tour, but we never saw anybody we recognized. Some where in the mill I last track of the young man and was on my own as I tried to find my way out of the mill. Once out of the mill I was walking in alleys and driveways of residents of some community that I felt was not part of Tiller. I came across a woman working in her yard and I asked her where is Tiller? She told me I had to go east a little ways. After walking east for some time I found myself in a deserted old barn that over looked a vast country of lava fields. At this point a voice told me I was not lost and I woke up exhausted.
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