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