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