The Long Walk Home (dream occurred 8-16-2019) in dreams

It started out as a company-type dinner event that my husband was a part of. There was plenty of seating but it wasn’t at tables. There was just lots of chairs in rows. Some were just a chair, some reminded me of an adult sized, wooden high chair but with school-desk type way of being able to sit down. Then there were kind of in-between chairs that sort-of had a way you could set your plate down to eat. I don’t know how to describe what these looked like but I didn’t think they worked well to sit at to eat. My husband had to be seated with his co-workers and spouses weren’t allowed to sit with them so I had to sit on my own. So by the time I get to finding a seat all the ‘high chair’ ones were occupied and I was very irritated to have to eat with my plate in my lap. So in the end I ate a few breakfast potatoes standing up and grabbed a cookie on my way out and left in a huff. My husband is unaware that I have left. The exit lead directly to the outside, but, just like a movie jump cut, suddenly I’m in what feels like a parking ramp but on a sub-level. It has a press junket feel to it, but in the dream I knew it to be a receiving line (like they have for weddings). They had tables with swag and merch. Then there is a long line of backdrops with cameras in front. The line was in a circle and so densely populated that I struggled to find a way out without having to go through the line. The next events are listed in random order because I can’t remember in what order they happened. Location-standing in a check out line at a nondescript store that has metal barriers (like they use for amusement park rides) that separate each checkout line. I realize I’m not buying anything so I jumped the barrier and made to leave. A lady in line called out and I tried to explain that I didn’t have anything to buy so wasn’t stealing. She was unconvinced and insisted on giving me a TSA style body search. Then she proceeded to ask me questions that, in real life, would have had no bearing on the alleged theft. Then I realize she is just stalling me so that I am delayed the about of time if would have taken me to move through the line normally, so I leave. Location-making my way through a massive crowd. The crowd is all walking in one direction and I am trying to move in the opposite. But just like a fast river current I am swept along with the direction of the crowd. There may have been some other less noteworthy treks through cityscapes on the way. The “goal” of leaving the event was originally just to get away from the irritating situation, but it transitioned into just getting home. So by the time I am approaching where I live I see my husband just ahead of me also making his way home. Turns out he left the event much later than I had and we had reached home at almost the exact time. After I greet him and tell him of the trials of trying to make my way home he gets this sad, disappointed look on his face. Without him even speaking I am made fully aware of the reason for the look on his face. Something like ‘acting rash only exacerbates your bad situation’, or your constant negative, defeatist attitude continues to create stress, hardship and conflict in your path through life. It almost felt like a moral to a story.