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