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