Because.
A survival instinct after loss of consciousness to acquire molasses cookies that induces a sense of others, in an effort to provide the needed cookies.
Some responses may be invalid and borderline irritating but know a gift of time taken from a moment of back scratching was offered in good faith.
Dune…good name that. Like the mounding of experiences and thoughts of humankind on what lays, after a life is spent. Always shifting and forming again.
Better responses than mine, would turf it off the dune, as offered because molasses cookies are often disregarded.