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