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