Death detective, a bathroom escape, and a traitor's umbrella lucid dream

I had another strange lucid dream folks! Buckle up!  I had a dream that I was in a small diner with a group of detectives. We were all eating typical diner food- fries, burger, etc. There were no chairs so we were all standing up. I looked around and saw all the stereotypical tan overcoats (trench coats), black shoes, ties, and neat hair cuts. There I was, matching everything they were doing. We were all detectives. The captain called all of our attention. "Here's to Smith," he raised a coke. Everyone, somberly raised their cups. I got the impression that Smith had died in the line of duty. I raised my cup as well. The captain turned to me, "I'm sorry that happened to your partner." The room grew still. "Do you have any words?" And that's when I realized that Smith had been my partner for years. I was speechless. I felt a great sadness welling up within me and I could only utter "to Smith." Shortly thereafter everyone cycled through and expressed their condolences. I was uneasy with the whole situation so I went to the restroom. Inside the bathroom, a wave of guilt washed over me. I was able to recall everything at that moment. I knew what happened to Smith. We were pursuing a dangerous group that was laundering blood money in the inner city through local businesses in the inner city. No one would make a move against the group because they owned everything- they owned everyone. I was hesitant to stir up the pot but my partner had other ideas. We were in deep and connecting all the dots. And that's where it got complicated. In short, I was on the group's payroll and no one knew it, until Smith dug too deep. I told him to just let it go but he couldn't. He needed to bring me to justice. I made a difficult choice and brought the matter to the insiders. They pulled some strings and Smith was removed from the occasion. Anyway, I was inside a stall when I overheard talking. "He definitely knows what happened to Smith." "Right? I never trusted this guy anyway. He's been on the force for too long. Either he's turned or he knows something we don't." I held my breath as they left the bathroom. I panicked. I escaped out of a window and headed to my car in the parking lot. It was in the evening and everyone was going out to eat so there were plenty of cars to dodge. I tried not to make a scene as several cars came to screeching stops, disrupted by a pedestrian running through traffic. Though I was far away, I overheard another detective saying that I had been acting weird and that he wanted to ask me some questions about something Smith told him before he was killed. I jumped into my car and quickly made my escape. I remember the Sun was setting on my right side and the wind was very still that evening. I drove for what felt like hours. I knew it was only a matter of time before the others came after me. I needed to escape, put distance and time between us until I could figure a way out of this mess. I came to a stop outside of a gate. There was a series of structures surrounded by chain link fences. I'm not sure where they led but there was a junkyard on the other side of one and I figured that was the place to go. I approached the gatekeeper. For some reason, I explained the entire situation to him and he agreed to help. The place that this gate led to was perfect for a guy in my situation. "No one will come for you here." Just as I exchanged the money to enter, cop cars pulled up. The place was swarmed with cops, detectives, SWAT, you name it- they were there. They were working their way up to the gate where I was. I had no place to go. I looked to my right and saw an umbrella. Yes, an umbrella. I shriveled down into a skinny mushroom shape and slid into the umbrella. I heard the detectives questioning the gatekeeper so I knew they were close. And of course, the gatekeeper sold me out for a quick buck. He pointed at the umbrella. The cops were incredulous but approached nonetheless. They picked it up and shook it. I came falling out. As I fell out, I altered my appearance to that of an old woman. The detectives, undeterred, threw handcuffs on me and took me in for questioning. Was that weird?