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