Dreamt: Am younger kid~10 or 12. Planning family trip to space. Ceramic space-suits, first piece: torso area, ceramic, like a Greek, chest-shaped pot, dark brown-red.
Semi-casual. Going to a space-hotel. Supposed to be a pool on bottomy-middle level. Gravity with centrifugal force.
Traveling in what is a thick, pig-iron-looking diving-bell type pod, with a couple dark window bulges.
Nice day, but not exceedingly. Near... ocean? A few clouds, white. Deeper blue sky. Greenery. Rockets over docks. Buildings bland, light brown and off-white, squarish rectangular.
Another rocket besides the one we'll be taking is a bit further off, maybe a couple of blocks worth, with a smaller, rocket-shaped 2ndary rocket atop.
Trying to get my stuff out of the old pig-iron-diving-bell I'd apparently been using as a room before they drop it into the water. I hope to get the furniture out so it doesn't break (the old mirror+desk thing from the apt.). Drop too soon, worried I'm going to fall, but just fall into water.

I realize that I'm really nervous about going into space.
There's no backing out once you're up there. No easy escape back.
Really damn nervous. Almost more about the lack of gravity and apparently constant feeling of falling, about the unnatural, distorting curves of the inside of the station, than about systems failure or the vacuum.