dream of the golden book

Okay here is a dream that I had a little over a week ago, that I've been meaning to get posted, still have some back posts to finish up. Well this dream starts of with me knocking on the door of an apartment where I am visiting a friend, I am there to talk with her, was standing just inside the doorway and I was telling about the current events of my life, and complaining a bit about how I wanted a more fulfilling job, to be doing something meaningful, and just giving up my woes, and complaining about the this and that of life, which familar to the dream. As time when of the room gained more depth, and I noticed a child playing in the living room, and then beyond the living room there was a kitchen, with a table and a chair. Sitting at the chair was a man, I didn't notice the man until the woman I was speaking to told me that I should meet her husband, that he had a very unique job that occupied him night and day. As look towards the man at the table what I noticed was the book which was unlike any other I had ever seen, it's surface was not flat, but rather rough and uneaven, the book was quite larger then any average book but not in thickness, but length and width. The book appeared to be golden, but the colour itself fluctuated between glowing to dull in places, and I moved closer I was that the pages of the book where vibrant with colour, that swirled, no one page was alike, and many of then where a mix of this vibrant colour, and also appeared as ancient stone tablets covered in cuniform and runic scripts. Wife explain that her husband was an artist, and this was his art, his task, to translate from the book. Well he look up and paused for an introduction, after which his wife explained my dilemma, my general dissatisfation with my vocation, my position in life. Next I remember we where sitting at the table and he had a set of what looked like watercolours out and told me that was he was about to do would help, he started by taking purple and marking paint on forhead, the location of the anja chakra, the third eye, and then he went for another colour and gave a confused look, like he forgot what came next, and I occured to me that next he should mark the throat, but before I could speak the dream ended.