beach detective

I dreamt I was at the coast. I had been staying in a cottage for some function a friend was holding and then needed to go to the next location. I could actually get home in one day, but for some reason thought it would be nice to stay another night in a town farther down the coast that was on the way home. I checked into another little cottage, more of a motel really. It was simple and old, but warm and dry. I left to go to some diner. I was in the lobbyesque area where there are two glass doors at opposite ends before you reach the main entry. There was a man that I was meeting that was there to help me. I hadn't sought him out, but somehow he knew that I was up to something and knew that I would be in danger and needed help.  I had and was looking for information. This information would reveal something about someone. I felt like I had to hide what I knew at the same time look and ask for it. The man I met was more wise in the area of hunting down information, snooping and staying out of sight than I was. I was glad to have him around. He made me feel safe but at the same time held my activities to high standards. If I couldn't keep pace, he wasn't going to be dragged down by me.