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