I have had something that's quite similair to that, actually.
When I was really young, every night, at the end of my dreams, I would be in a completely black room (for lack of a better word, though there were no walls or ceiling I could see.)
There was an escalator in this room, and I would walk up it, then once I was at the top, I would jump down and land on a small, round, red trampoline.
When I was in this room, and I did this, then I knew it meant my dreams were over, and I would wake up. This happened at the end of nearly every dream.
So it's quite similair to yours, in knowing that something specific was going to happen while I was there, and having this thing happen by falling.
Mine was a happy experience though
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