Suggestion or Premonition?

So I'm doing the recycling and I climb up the big metal stairs and I get this sudden picture in my head of me dropping my car keys into the big skip for cardboard which is about 2 metres high.

Then I drop my car keys into the big skip for cardboard which is about 2 metres high.

I can see them. Nestling in the crumpled corner of a wet cardboard box. So I tell the recycling man and he laughs at me, and I ask if I can climb in and get them and he says yes.

So I do. And for a second I have an "It puts the lotion in the basket" moment when I think I can't get out, but then I pile some boxes up and climb out, with keys.

And on the way home, I think this: "Did I drop the keys in because I'd given myself the suggestion that I was going to? Or did I have a premonition that I was going to drop them?"