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