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