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