NEUROPEPTIDE DEVICE TO TRIGGER EGG PRODUCTION AND OVULATION IN WOMEN

I am watching a news report which looks like it from the future

A woman talks to her friend about getting her period. To which her friend asks "Natural, or Synthetic?"

The news report starts talking about an implant which has been developed that allows women to trigger egg production

I see a diagram of the womans uterus and a small rod-like implant, which is placed just above the uterus

They say that the rod releases neuropeptides that trigger egg production in a woman

They go on you say that they used to believe that a woman was born with all the eggs that she will ever have. And they now know that this is not the case

The reporter says that it means, for the first time ever, women who were seemingly born without the ability to produce eggs, may be able to produce them, within their own bodies. Albeit with a little help from science

The report ends be showing women looking at a calendar planning their upcoming social life

...  Saying that it also means, that for the first time ever, women will be able to plan their ovulation around their social calender ... And not the other way around

To within 4 days ...

Though, of course, the technology is only recommended for women who need it

CONNECTION TO OTHER WORLDLY ENTITY

I am watching with other people. Waiting for a person who went missing to show up again

A young man who has been appointed leader of some group

He has taken someone else in the group, secretly, to show them something he isn't telling the rest of the people waiting about

I am centered at one of my favourite spots at St Mary's Primary School

I sense that I know where they are. But I do not travel there

Something to do with fishes

Then we are at a Carpark on the Western side of Fannie Bay shops

These dimensions are not like other dream or vision dimensions I have experienced before. They are fuller somehow. Like a moment contains many years

I am with a group of people waiting for the man to return. People I knew from childhood are in the group. Including my sisters friends, like a woman named Lisa

He returns and brings the person we are all looking for back

I pull him aside and ask him what he took them to show them

He is excited and tells me about connecting with non-human entities. Showing me how, by touching my head

I tell him I already knew about this and he could have told me the night before, before he went missing

I connect with the non-human entities in the way he shows me, with something unseen touching my face

I feel a pressure within my head, that is mirrored by a pressure pushing inside my anus. So that it is touching both ends of my spine

I see the physical form of the entity I am trying to see

A glowing matrices of electrical wiring, that looks like the human form

I see a humanoid face momentarily

They sense me looking to see their form and tell me that there is no point, because their form outside the interaction is different to what I am seeing

I see flashes of creation

A vision of the world as it was forming

They tell me, that originally, only 7 million people were sent to Earth

Then later, another 7 million were sent

I see a detailed projection of the evolution of these people, that seems to sum up their entire existence in this world, within seconds

I try to see my own form amongst these groups, interacting with them. See if I was one of the original group

All I see is that it doesn't really work the way I think

Though they show me, that I am unchanged and constant

I oppose them at the very core and essence of my being

They try to show me that it is unnecessary

But the fact that they try show me this, makes me feel as though it is all the more necessary to oppose them

I see glimpses of a part-Indian woman looking at me lovingly from what looks like the backstage of a some type of events arena

I try to recognise who she is and why I am seeing her, but I don't know

I ask who she is, but I am not told

I am asked if I feel anything towards her. But I feel nothing

I am told she is my mother

But I do not see how this is possible. I do not even remotely recognise her, or feel anything for her

It is almost as if I feel the opposite of care. Like she is intentionally an empty spot without emotion. By design

I am asked if I want to see or know anything else

Possibly see the love of my life

I am disheartened by hearing of her

I do not want to see or know anything to do with her

I am pulled back into reality, through St Marys primary school

I hear my sister telling me that my Iced Coffee is not looking so great

After which I hear her friend Lisa say that it isn't that bad

My sister walks in and starts asking me questions about sequences of time. How long it has been

I am ripped backwards into my body

She watches it and somehow seems oblivious to it all