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