We're all connected to the original life source, but after death I think that line, that connection, is no longer there. We go home. I saw my friend who'd died when he was 39, once in a dream. He was on a train, looking out a window at me. I was also on a train looking out my window, but on a parallel tarck; our respective trains were going in opposite directions. He apologised and said he wasn't able to contact me anymore.
@KM76710 there was a very naughty and probably dangerous game we used to play, we called it police, in which a friend grabbed and squeezed the other by the diaphram really hard, after they'd hyper-ventilating for a minute. It made you pass out or faint. Not sure which. Always played it with friends who'd let us down onto the floor gently. After a while we'd wake up. Luckily, nobody died.