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