A few nights ago I had the most wonderful dream. It was erev Shabbos and I was in the rebuilt Jerusalem. There were long tables with white tablecloths as far as the eye could see and the tables were all set for the Shabbos meal. It was dusk and thousands of people were taking their seats. I kept running into people I know from my community - people with whom I am not close at all (in fact I don't really care for). When we saw each other, we embraced like brothers and laughed as if we were long lost family. It was an aura of such simcha, the likes of which I had never experienced.
May this be the end of oyr Galus and the beginning of the Holy Shabbos... the Geulah!