An electric lantern seems less dangerous than an open flame. Unless its a bug zapper, which isn't a lantern.
Ok. First off, no, I don't find this exciting, Frank. I just spent three goddamn weeks dreaming of the same...what do they call these things here? Memories? I spent three weeks dreaming of the same memory in a way that made me feel like Bill fucking Murray in Groundhog Day. I'm not even going to begin to tell you what seeing my dead fiance alive again did to me. I think the fact I had to use the bag of frozen peas on my face for two days pretty much sums that up.
And second, how the hell does any of this prove the theory of parallel worlds? Anyone who goes out and tries to tell someone of science any of this, they'd be thrown in the looney bin.