Some people have dreams about having to give a speech and not remembering what to say, or about finding themselves naked in public. I have dreams about giving tours at Fallingwater that go maddeningly wrong in one way or another or, in most cases, in many ways at once. They often involve groups of visitors that go wild--people rolling around on the original Frank Lloyd Wright-designed furniture, breaking things, and straying from the tour chaotically.
In real life, of course, this kind of thing hardly ever happened, at least not on such a large scale. But the fear of it obviously still lingers in my consciousness. I worked at Fallingwater from 1996 to 2005, but years later the impact of wanting to simultaneously share and protect the place stays with me and haunts my dreamlife. I'm still there all the time, even though I'm not.