JWH ZERO EIGHTEEN (CANNABINOID DRUG)     
 THIRD REPORT                             
  
                                          
                                          
                                          
 I   FELT   THE    ALL    TOO    FAMILIAR 
      CONSTRICTION OF EVERYTHING, THE     
 VIVIDNESS  OF  SOUND AND COLORS, AND THE 
         NARROWED ATTENTION SPAN.         
                                          
 HERE     IT     COMES,    I     THOUGHT. 
                                          
 SOME  BIRDS   TWEETED   AND  THE   SOUND 
    REVERBERATED IN MY HEAD, SEEMINGLY    
 "BEHIND" ALL OTHER SOUND, LIKE  WHEN YOU 
 DAYDREAM  AND  SEE   WHAT   YOU  IMAGINE 
 CLEARER   THAN   WHAT   YOU   LOOK   AT. 
                                          
 AS I  WALKED  TOWARD  MY BIKE I  NOTICED 
 THAT  THERE WAS A STRANGE HUMMING  SOUND 
 GOING ON, A  DARK,  METALLIC, DRONE-LIKE 
   MONOTONE THING COMING FROM SEEMINGLY   
 ALL DIRECTIONS,  ACTING  AS  A  BACKDROP 
           FOR ALL OTHER SOUND.           
                                          
 AS I  RODE TOWARD MY HOUSE I  UNDERSTOOD 
 THAT  THIS  HUM WAS IN THE OTHER  "SOUND 
             SPACE" AS WELL.              
                                          
 (I RECORDED  MYSELF SINGING IN TUNE WITH 
 THE  SOUND,  SO I  COULD FIND IT ON  THE 
 PIANO   LATER.   IT  WAS  A  G   SHARP). 
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
 THINGS LOST  ALL  SENSE  OF  PROPORTION; 
 WHEN  I LOOKED AT  THEM THEY WOULD  FILL 
 MY  ENTIRE VISION, AND WITHOUT  ANYTHING 
  CHANGING VISUALLY THEY WOULD OSCILLATE  
 BETWEEN  BEING  PERCIEVED AS VERY  SMALL 
           OR ENOURMOUSLY BIG.            
                                          
 IN  THE MIDDLE  OF THE  DAY  IN A FOREST 
 WITH  NOBODY  AROUND, I  GOT  STRUCK  BY 
 FEAR  AND CLIMBED  A  GREAT  HEIGHT.  MY 
 INNER  ORGANS  WERE  TUGGED  BY A SECOND 
 GRAVITY.  THIS  MADE  ME FEEL  VERY ILL, 
 BUT  IT  LESSENED   IF  I  COMPLIED  AND 
 LUNGED MY  BODY IN  THE FELT  DIRECTION. 
                                          
 THIS   IS   WHEN   I  FOUND  A  DARK ORB