A Shimmering

I dreamed i saw the Center of the Universe. It was sometimes here, sometimes there, a shimmering. At times a sphere, at times a cube, assuming all form while remaining clear, transparent. On a flatbed trailer (two-wheeled). I stood gazing. Just outside its core. I knew if I fell in I would be eternally dissolving resolving forming and reforming. I kept my place, this space, It eternally producing who I Am.