“Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you” has always been my favorite motto. So why did I leave the cushy paradise known as Mikonos with its libertine attitudes and where I passed by virtually unnoticed by the seasonal partygoers, except for the occasional flirtatious glance? And more importantly, why am I now on a ferry headed back to my hometown of Iraklion, a place that I had once sworn I would never return to? Would you believe me if I said it was because of a dream, or more appropriately, a series of nightmares?