I have a new job and am getting myself settled in to my tiny cubicle. I leave the office for lunch and go to meet my lover who has been insisting I leave everything I know and love behind--including Rob who would be left stuck with the house and my one son who is still living at home. I get there and tell him that I am ready to do it, to leave Rob for him. He starts getting cold feet, not realizing that my feelings for Rob would not measure up to my feelings for him. I leave to return to my office, disheartened but unsurprised. When I get back to my cubicle it is trashed. I start to clean it up but realize just how small it is. I start to feel claustrophobic. I fight not to have a panic attack. Something is wrong. I see some red splatters on the wall, like fruit punch, and I go to wipe them down when I see that there are some green slimy marks as well. The spatters I am guessing came from a soda can exploding upon opening but the slime seems to be oozing from the walls. Someone else comes into the cubicle and I say that I'm going to have to call office maintenance because there's obviously something wrong. I grab a couple of things out of my very narrow cubicle and head to the break room where I am met by one of my coworkers. I was holding onto some of his things in my cubicle and one of them was a skateboard. I return his skateboard to him but he points out to me that there's something wrong with it, that it is no longer straight but bent. You can't see it when you look at it from one direction but you can when you hold it up another way. I start apologizing but then I realize that some of my other coworkers were in my cubicle while I was at lunch, that they are the reason my cubicle was such a mess and that one of them had caused the damage. Then one of the coworkers takes the skateboard, claiming he can repair it. He leaves and when he returns he claims it is fixed. I give it to the original owner, knowing I am not knowledgeable enough to really say whether the skateboard is repaired. The coworker gets on it, tests it a bit, then thanks me. In the meantime, I can overhear the other coworkers making rude and hostile remarks in the background. I turn and look at them with disgust before turning and saying, "I think I need to leave this group." Over my shoulder I say, "Tell the group leader this is why I'm leaving the group."

Note: In the dream I say a very particular group, an online group, to which I belong. Nobody in the dream was a member of the group, as far as I know, but I clearly said the name of the group and that I needed, not wanted, to leave it, and even said the online group leader's name in the dream.