I just had the weirdest dream. I was back in Israel, back on the kibbutz....except the laundry room was now outdoors. And it was pouring rain, so we were all wearing raincoats in the laundry room. Except outside the laundry room it was bright and sunshiney. Also, the laundry room (and the rest of the kibbutz for that matter) was understood to be on one of the hills by the ocean in Los Angeles. And it was also understood that Los Angeles was just down the hill. I could even see it! Yet we were still in Israel. Jerusalem didn't exist, it had turned into Los Angeles.
Also strange was the fact that EVERYONE I had met in Israel, not just ulpan friends or whatever that were supposed to be on the kibbutz, but EVERYONE I had ever met in Israel was now working on the kibbutz.