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