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