You decide to turn to God for help...against an evil cat who, because he was frustrated at having been locked in a room, let loose the apocalypse. While the scenario is not mundane, and there are a number of directions this could go, the whole thing raises certain theological questions which would be impossible to answer in a way which would be satisfactory to all parties.
"What I mean to say," says a corpse who just happens to have the face of Morpheus, "is that it's easier for me to wake you up than to finish this story." The Dream-faced cadaver smiles, winks, and you're awake.