My first recollection of Santorini was an article in the National Geographic around 1974. The colourful houses that seemed to be built one on top of the other, climbing the perilous steep cliffs like giant steps seemed beyond magic.
It greatly inspired and fascinated me. My second memory of Santorini were nightmare events that I had in 1975. The houses that were built so steep up the cliffs were crumbling down, and I was in such a house, until I woke up shaken. These dreams would reoccur like a nightly TV episode for a week or so, with the plot developing and expanding.