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