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