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