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