Dream About Amanita Mushroom Ancestral Journey

I started microdosing amanita muscaria and had a very interesting experience in breathwork this evening. For context, I have strong Slavic, Nordic, and Italian roots and feel this experience is a call to my shamanic ancestry. There was a forest trail leading to a giant Illuminated amanita mushroom with a thin black veil around it, like a tent. When I approached it, I realized it was lit up because all my ancestors and guides were sitting around a campfire waiting for me. The maiden archetype of amanita stepped forward and danced with me, we frolicked and laughed, hand in hand, palm against palm. Then she led me to a pond and when I looked in, my reflection was me, but different. I had tribal paint on my face, a long braid, wore a heavy, hooded fur cloak and wielded a curly wooden druid staff. I stepped through my reflection and found myself in a snowy and barren landscape. I tapped my staff on the ground and watched energy ripple out. I laid my hand in the snow and it began to melt and flowers began to bloom and spring began to start. My ancient healed great grandmother stepped forward out of the bloom and tapped my 3rd eye. A golden light shone from it and beamed directly above into the heavens. Her message for me was "remember our power, but wield it with grace. See with childlike wonder but use discernment. Protect your integrity, but never feel as though it needs to be proven. Live with love and intention and feel it ripple into every aspect. Wake up and remember."