Strange Dream

It was about my family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, sister, etc.
For some reason, I was left with the task of cooking. What did I make? Fried chicken, and a special sweet dipping sauce. And noodles.

Then, I remember a big brown table, like the one we used to have when I were growing up. For some reason, my aunts were cooking something on that table, except, that it was a bit chaotic, with woks almost toppling and lots of arguing. And no visible heating source.

And that's all I remember before waking myself up with sleep-talking. I was talking about the table out loud. Weird.