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