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