Its strange

For as long as I could remember, I would daydream alot about my dream car. Before I knew it was the Mustang, I imagined myself driving a 1965 Corvair convertible & listening to a specific song. Today, I left the station, and by chance, played the CD in my imagination & it was the song I imagined listening to in the Corvair with the top down. I had stopped mid thought and realized it. It was wierd.