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