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