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