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