Experiencing extremely weird coincidences since I was nine years old.

Hey guys! I’d love if you could listen to my story-to determine whether you’ve heard it before or not. For me, the issue is that it’s never happened to me in my whole life that I’ve described this to someone and they said something to the tune of “oh yes, I have experienced that too”, you know what I mean? I mean, I have heard of synchronicity events from many people, and stories of prophetic-to someone else-dreams, but I can’t seem to find any similar experience to what I’m about to explain to you. <br><br>So, basically, I’m still experiencing it to this day, as an adult, and it started ever since I was 9 years old. I remember my family’s golden lab poop while on a walk in the same spot over and over and over again. <br><br>The first time I knew of this was when I was 9 years old and my dad brought back a giant stink bomb from Italy. He told me he purchased it to annoy his brother for some reason of a little feud that was going on between them. Anyway, I was playing with it, and I had the idea to put it in the living room of our house. And to everybody’s surprise it was an actual stink bomb, that literally made us get out of the house, open the windows, and work hard to get rid of the smell-to which we couldn’t for many days. <br><br>Anyway, the point is not the stink bomb, but the fact that I have the memory of eating a bowl of cereal with milk that morning, and that just as we were finishing the meal, a song I was very familiar with (and liked) “get down tonight” by KC and the sunshine band, turned on the radio. <br>Fast forward to three or four years later. I was playing with an alarm clock in the living room of my house, to see how dangerous it could actually be to throw it in the toilet and electrocute myself (I never ended up doing it, but the idea was there, although I knew that it would not be dangerous), and as I was playing with the alarm I was fiddling with it with a metal spoon to play around and annoy my brother with the ringing, and just as I was about to throw the alarm clock and break it, I got up and put it in the bathroom, turned on the tap, and I swear to God that I had the same bowl of milk and cereal, listening to the radio, and I swear-to God, KC and the sunshine band turned on the radio, and it freaked me out. <br><br>At the time I had no idea or no way of confirming that it was the same song, and to be honest, I didn’t even gave it much thought back then. It was just something weird that happened. Three or four years later I was at my house eating breakfast in the living room, and a song that I was very very familiar with turned on the radio. <br>I knew it was the song-to this day I don’t know the song’s name, but it’s the song of a cartoon that was super popular in the 90s. I don’t even have to close my eyes and it instantly comes to memory. And I could swear that I had a bowl of cereal, listening to the radio, when I remembered the first time this happened, and I remembered the time the bomb exploded in the living room, and that it happened to me again when I was playing with the radio. <br>Needless to say, I freaked out. The problem is that I can’t determine how much of this is a confirmation bias, and how many of the details I have changed and altered in hindsight, creating details that are not true. Is it possible that this has happened to me so many times, and I only remember three instances because I only gave it significance three times? And is it possible that I saw it coming, and that’s why I remember the details so clearly? As I said, I have no way of confirming if it’s the same song or not. I can’t confirm if I was eating the same breakfast. <br>It’s not something that only happens in the morning, though. I’ve been raking leaves in my driveway with my mom, and I can remember the exact song that was playing through the entire thing, because two years later I was raking leaves in the same spot with my mom again, with the same song playing, with the same wind. Frankly put it freaks me out every time. <br><br>Now I pretty much stopped doing anything at my house, because I feel like I’m experiencing some sort of lucid dream. I swear this has happened to me hundreds and hundreds of times ever since I was a kid, but I only remember a few instances. I really don’t know how much of this is real and how much of it I just made up in my head. Is it possible that I’m just altering reality and my memories of reality in order to experience this? I don’t know, and I’d love to hear your thoughts. <br><br>Forgive the language mistakes please, I’m Italian. Thank you!