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