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