When I dreamt of standing in front of my ancestor's portrait, it felt so surreal

There I was, feeling a bizarre mix of nostalgia and excitement.
I could almost hear whispers from the past telling me to seize good fortune.
It was like they were cheering me on to chase after my goals!
Anyone else have wild dreams that make you feel connected to your roots?
Do ancestors really bless us in our slumber?
I woke up wondering if it's time for some new adventures or just a reminder that luck is on my side.
Let’s share our thoughts, fam!