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