Pre-cog-what?

As I mentioned this morning before I rushed off to work, something freaky happened to me yesterday on the way to work. Or was that Monday? Now that I think about it, it was Monday. My days are blurring together because of work.
Anyway something freaky happened on my way to work Monday.
I've spoken about my belief in the paranormal here before. I suppose with my history of 'feelings' I shouldn't have been freaked out by what happened. But it still gives me a funny feeling when I think about it. Not a bad feeling. Not a creepy feeling. Just odd.
I was at about the halfway point of my drive to work. It's a wooded road (what roads aren't in Maine?), but about halfway to work it breaks open with fields on each side. They used to be huge blueberry fields. Now they are growing over with scrub brush and tall grasses. But that stretch of road is still called the Blueberry Plains. I was just about to the Plains, listening to my favorite Q morning crew from WJBQ as usual. It was the morning news and they were bantering about Lance Armstrong's 7th Tour de France win. I abruptly realized that I had heard this before. Right down to the punchlines of the jokes they told.
"They must be playing a recording" I thought, since I distinctly remembered hearing this exact exchange a few weeks before. But how could I? Lance had only just won the Tour. Plus, I remembered being in exactly the same spot on my trip to work when I heard it before.
It must have been a dream. But if it was just a dream, how could I remember in such detail? I knew every word they were going to say before they said it. It had to have been more than just a dream. Everything about the situation, from what they said, the commercial they went to, the weather, the drive...it was all the same. Eerily the same.
Of course there is a name for it. Precognition. But if what I experienced was precognition, why in the heck would such a trivial thing be the subject? I mean, is there suppose to be a reason when one has an episode of this? If that's truly what it was.
And trust me, I've tried to convince myself otherwise. I asked myself if maybe I had heard the news on the Q earlier. But I knew better. I don't listen to the radio at home. My radio time is strictly to and from work.
See, I told you. Freaky, huh?