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