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