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