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