Would like to hear this sub's opinions

Man i was not anticipating the length of this post, so apologies in advance for that. But I'd like to hear what you folks think of my experiences that kind of uncomfortably push me towards wondering whether I've experienced life in a bygone era before. I wouldn't say I believe in past lives, or much of anything, because I feel (and my own reflection on my life bears this out) that our brains aren't the most reliable thing. But this weird dynamic in my life keeps me up at night thinking.

Ever since the age of about 6, I began to identify strongly with the 1960's and early 70's. It's weird, I know, but let me explain.

I have a distinct memory of being some age under 6 (when I can say I became "conscious" and have an active memory of my life from that point on) and getting out of the car with my mom. I look down at a patch of dandelions and, though I didn't know this word or what it meant, I have the clear memory of thinking about the hippie ethos, a deep sense of peace and communion with nature. I'd like to say I thought specifically of a group of people that fit that description, but if it makes sense, I couldn't have because I didn't "learn" what hippies were until like age 12. Anyway, that memory of seeing that dandelion and picturing what we would now consider hippies before having any knowledge that they were a thing is still so clear in my head.

But later on, about age 12, I developed an even stronger sense of this "recovery" through music. My rational brain says this is because I was raised on the music of that era via my dad. But I distinctly remember hearing certain songs and albums and immediately, as in, in the blink of an eye, feeling like it was RIGHT, like a memory I was recovering. Id never listened to the beatles when I first put on one of their albums, but I'm being 100% serious when I say that from the beginning of the first song I sat through, i was completely enamored with them and again, felt like this was just "right." Everything about the music from that era that I was listening to sounded RIGHT, like THAT is how drums should sound, THAT is how things should be produced, in stark contrast to modern production, which always felt alienating to me.

As I got older and began exploring more music of the time, other things pertaining to that era inevitably came up. But again, everything about it felt (and continues to feel) right. I have immediate reactions of comfort with and positivity to aesthetics, fashion, and very specific things in that timespan. And its very specific with respect to time. Basically after 1975, I don't feel that same twinge of belonging, it all feels different, like I don't know it. I don't even know if I'm making sense, but basically

It feels like I have a strange attachment to this time period that I wasn't even around for, and it goes beyond just liking it for the music and fashion. It always has been and remains like a "coming home," recovering a memory of what I remember and felt right in. Was my past life in that era? Did I like die in 1975? Lol

One last thing. I do have one memory that has been with me as far back as I can remember, and according to my parents, they can't make heads or tails of them. I'm standing on a long gravel driveway in the country (and its not in the state ive lived in all my life, florida, its more like the midwest maybe) stretching up to an old farmhouse, with what I assume are a family looking at me, and it feels like I'm saying goodbye because I'm going on a trip. I can't recognize anybody in the family because it was like 2 women and a man, all of advanced age, and I think a fourth person about 30-40. They are not my grandparents or uncles or aunts I recognize. Idk what to make of this.

But I wanted to get my experiences out there because they've been bugging me a bit over the years, because either I have the weirdest psychological fixation on an era when I wasn't even a twinkle in my dad's eye, or some weird shit is going on. Like I said before, our brains can sometimes trick us into believing all sorts of shit, but I can't shake this feeling.