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