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