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