Jung the scientist played his occult cards very close to his chest, but every now and then a wild card popped out...

In the summer of 1983 I found myself travelling to Cornwall, in the far west of England. For the past several years I had been reading the work of a writer whose ideas interested me deeply and I was on my way to meet him. His name was Colin Wilson.

Some years ago I discovered a remarkable fact: I dream the future, or at least some of my future experience turns up ahead of time in my...