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