Alex is unhappy. His sole concern should be the renovation of a dilapidated mansion and having to deal with unreliable contractors. Until he dreams of a fat midget, a corpse and rabid monkeys. But it’s only a dream, isn’t it? No harm in telling his girlfriend about it.

Kris is intrigued to discover that the nightmare is a replay of a drama that took place in Kuala Lumpur more than half a century ago. Alex couldn’t care less. He’s a confirmed rationalist, only believing in what he can see and touch. Kris is Eurasian, with a different approach to life. Her only weakness is a craving for thrills and pushing boundaries in both work and pleasure.

The nightmares continue, now with a mysterious object at the centre of each one. Kris is relentless as she drags a reluctant Alex to Singapore, Borneo, South Sulu islands, Sweden and Tahiti, on the trail of a fabled artefact and its previous caretakers. Alex gets threatened, shot at, chased by cars and boats, is set on fire while managing to offend everyone he meets including the wildlife.

To complicate matters further he embarks on a voyage of his own, an internal one of self-discovery, without a clue about his final destination. When everyone around you has a hidden agenda, can you even trust yourself?