I was back in pseudo-British-Asian colonial times, and I was unhappily married to Peter Petrelli (from Heroes), only Peter was kind of a dick and acted more like his brother Nathan. We had a Chinese servant, and she was my confidant.
In another dream, my friend Jocelyn and I were roommates -- we had separate bedrooms connected by one large closet.
Then I was riding in the back seat of a car, with a hitchhiker that we had picked up. The hitchhiker pulled out a ginormous spliff, and we got high.
Then there was something with a small Asian girl with glasses, and hiding in a closet.