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