A recurring dream from Proust’s A la recherche du Temps Perdu (1913) 

Sometimes too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs. Formed by the appetite that I was on the point of gratifying, she it was I imagined, who offered me that gratification. My body. conscious that its own warmth was penetrating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake.