Though this one loses much in the telling, for it was long. It featured a family (and as usual no one that I know): Mother, father and child. I was tentatively the child. And there was the Jesus. The mother believed that this mysterious person was actually Jesus Christ, the father did not. Yet they both associated with him, and he set them both up. He was extremely subtle, but it all came to a head about a game of chess. He made this game of chess so frought with meaning to them both that it became a true battle of their souls, a thing of life or death. Now instead of lovers they had become bitter competitors, all because of the subtle manipulation of "Jesus". Oh yeah, and the house was wrecked too. I suppose the moral is to never let people who claim to be Jesus tell you how to play chess. Or perhaps there is no moral, just a weird dream.