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