I Hate Dying in a Dream

I'll start this off by saying that, yes, I have died many times before in my dreams.  I've fallen and hit the ground, I've been shot, stabbed, burned, etc, etc.  And it sucks every time.  But I didn't die in the waking world.

As in dreams I don't remember how I got to the water park.  I know I dreamed about stuff before that point, but it ended in a water park.  I remember walking into it from the side - they had no fence around it as I walked in, but there was a fence once I was inside - and going from one spot to another, and being told that some group was there and they had precendence in lines.  I eventually got to a low hill that led up to some of the higher water slides and some nice cliff-dive looking spots.  The cliff dive was my destination apparently.  MacCauly Culkin was in line going up behind me trying to talk to me about babies living in water parks (wtf?) but I thought he was dumb and ignored him.  As I got near the top there was a short line and I ended up standing with a small group of guys that were talking about how they were nervous about the jump.  So I acted all cool and told them to just keep their feet together and try not to let water shoot up their nose and they would be just fine.

Finally my turn came at the jump.  There were two lines and one of the guys I had talked to was to my left.  There were gates that the worker up there would open to allow the next two jump.  I guess it was supposed to give the people that jumped ahead of you time to swim clear.  The worker pulled a lever, and the left hand gate popped open, but mine was stuck.  The guy I talked to went up to the edge, looked over it, steeled himself, and jumped, all while the worker walked over to jiggle my gate.  He came back and pulled the lever again and it popped open this time, so I ran forward and jumped.  The worker tried to grab my arm, but didn't catch me, and I only realized why as I sailed out over the water, and then over the pavement.  And I hit thinking, "Oh, shit this is gonna suck."  And it did.  I hit and I died, and only after that did I wake up.

This isn't the first time I've fallen to my death in a dream.  The first time was a really tall building, so I had time to get past freaking out and think about how I was falling to my death before I hit.  In that one, too, I hit the ground and only after the shock of pain and then death did I wake up.

I hate dying in a dream...