13th of June

Miss Blake's remedy, bless her heart, seems to have helped. I feel more refreshed than yesterday, even if the... effects of my dreams have been the same, worsened even. I had to stay under the covers and wait for my member to grow less excited, long enough for Miss Blake to ask if everything was alright. I felt mortified, of course, and what's worse, I entertained the thought of... touching myself to remedy the situation faster, but could not. How could I do something so shameless?

Work at the institute has been slow going, and only in part due to these wretched dreams. The lack of rest does not help matters any, but the samples we received from that farm west of Arkham are frustratingly inconclusive, refusing to yield any results whatsoever, no matter the avenue of testing. Of course, the lingering impressions of the dreams do not help in the slightest...I'm writing this in the archives, where I have spent close to an hour reading up on old experiment protocols just to break out of a spiral of half-remembered shapes, whispered words just below my hearing, my member tingling inside my pants... It is right this moment threatening to engorge and I... can't let that happen. Not here, not now. Not ever. It would be amoral to just tou

Presley Babcock interrupted my last entry, needing my help with an experiment of his. I... caught myself enamored with the smell of his cologne, almost leaning in to... maybe I should ask him where he bought it?

The walk back from the institute has refreshed me, and I currently sit on the back porch enjoying iced tea Miss Blake has prepared for me. The dreams seem so far away right now, with the sun shining and the birds singing...