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