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