Dreams and Premonitions

So I know we aren't supposed to bring our dreams into the dayworld, but what about premonition dreams? How do we account for dreams that ARE related to the dayworld through no choice or actions of our own? Perhaps I should backtrack. Night before last I had a dream where, among other things, my car was stolen. For no particular reason, I was telling a friend about that dream this morning. A couple hours later, when I went to go to my car, a vandal had smashed one of the windows. While I realize that theft and vandalism are not the same thing, I don't normally think about, much less dream about, my car. Why would I have this time? My friend immediately connected my dream to the discovery of broken glass and called it a premonition. So, my question is, is it at all reasonable to connect these or is it mere coincidence or??? Is this at all related to Melanie's theory of deja vu? All I'm saying, is I'm a little unsettled.

One more point of confusion: why would a Hillmanian interpret/analyze/discuss dreams at all? If they tell us nothing about the dayworld, and if we cannot live wholly in the underworld, what is to be gained? Also, if dreams are not to be brought into the light of day, then haven't we already compromised their underworld status by conscious telling or writing of them in the dayworld? Just by telling our dreams we bring them into the dayworld where they do not belong and have no connection. How can our conscious minds then deal with dreams?

Jamie's post about lucid dreaming caught my attention. I am notorious for having dreams from which I can awake and even do something (turn off the alarm, answer the phone, let the cat out, etc) before falling asleep and falling right back into the dream where I left off, often on purpose. I want to finish the dream, although it never reaches an end. I want to go back to that world. As if the dreamworld were an actual place I could go to. Another what about: what about when you dream and in the dream you know you are dreaming?

Dream: They won't let me in

Small scene from a larger dream. The rest is gone; this remains:

I walk by an open door and look in. It appears to be a church, Catholic, probably, although I've never been in a Catholic church. It is full of people sitting in pews, and at the front of the room, on a platform is Dylan, playing his guitar. At least I can see him playing, but I can't hear anything. I can't believe that it is really him, and I try to enter the room. I want to hear him play; I want to talk to him. But the doorman stops me and refuses to let me in. I protest to no avail. The doorman does not give any reasons; in fact, I'm not sure he speaks at all, but he is adamant that I not be allowed in. I think I can see a youngish clergyman at the front of the room but below Dylan and off to the side, like he is supervising. I think Dylan might have seen me, but I have to go away because they will not let me in.