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