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