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