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