Episode I monsoon season

You're hiding in plain sight. You are an agent from the neighboring star system Proxima Centauri infiltrating human society. As you receive interstellar encrypted information from the mother ship the monsoon season batters your Seoul high rise. You have 2.5 standard Earth hours before the interstellar message will be fully received and decrypted with new orders from the mother ship. The cypher is complex and will require an involved decryption process. You'll have time to rest and you've seen much worse skylines. You quite like the weather on Earth the strangeness of the heavy rain;  the gravity on earth pulling the water faster towards the ground. They haven't found you yet; otherwise you'd be dead. This wide universe is full of ego and violent desires; although not surprising that they've followed you to Earth. Your make-shift communication base in this "flat" (strange name for a place to live) will have to do for the next three months. You will have to set up a forward base in the Mojave following the decryption of the next assignment. And as usual you must collect what is downstream in the data-stream; best done while dreaming. You know that they are close behind and that you have to stay ahead of them. Otherwise all human kind will be lost (which is bad). But for the moment you are pleasantly and anonymously comforted by the downpour. 

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"Since arriving on Earth I've been experiencing nightly hallucinations. Even though I've read volumes about the human phenomena they call "dreaming" nothing could have prepared me. The experience at first was one of extreme nightly disorientation and emotional duress. What first terrified me has become something of endless fascination. Each night finding myself eager to unfold the mystery of each dream. These messages from the other side. This spiritual phenomena, or intoxication rather, is localized and known only to occur in Sol and on Earth. There is no scientific explanation for this experience that drives the carbon based life form's sleep in to vivid pictures of the mind. Alternate reality experiences resulting in memories that have otherwise never occurred. These were so disorienting to me at first that I even believed some of these 'dreams' to be real. The Order tried to prepare me for such hallucinations but nothing can prepare you. It must be experienced to be understood. I know that I was tasked to involve myself within the social structure and political lives of the human kind. But I cannot escape the allure of the dreams. These datastreams that enter your mind while you sleep. What are they? I dream every night of a woman. She is clothed in red and drifts soundlessly as a ribbon in dense atmosphere of earth."