Even my subconscious is a skeptic

So this is what I dreamed last night:

I won some sort of contract — a paranormal novella in an anthology with some pretty big names (yeah, I know, I don’t write para, blah blah blah). Everything was out of my hands from the moment I won the contract until the books arrived on my doorstep. I didn’t even have to do revisions (hey, I said it was a dream).

So, imagine my dream-self’s surprise when the author copies arrive and I find that it’s someone else’s story with my name on it. Uh-oh. Someone screwed up in the contest, and contributed my entry with another person’s! Of course, I was about to leave on a trip to Paris (dream, remember?) and didn’t have time to tell my publisher (dream) that they got it wrong (dream dream dream).

Things got kind of fuzzy after that.