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