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