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