Last night, I had a dream about quicksand – but it was very different. In my dream, I was traveling, and came upon a stop.  At this stop, I recognized a pool of quicksand, and willfully decided to get into it. To enjoy it, even. In my dream, as in life, I understood the nature of quicksand; that is, if you struggle to get out of it, you will only get further mired in it. If you calmly navigate it, it poses no threat. In my dream, several other people joined me in the quicksand. None of us had any difficulty with it. It was viewed as an enjoyable and healthy experience.

What was the fixation with playing in the quicksand?