Sir, I am lost, where am I?

This is the forest of lost dreams,

Is it safe to tread these paths?

All paths are perilous indeed,

For follower & guide alike,

Creatures block our path at night,

With my compass & your map,

I see from whence we came,

Four paths that we may take,

North the Moon & dark shadows cast,

East, a land beyond the sea,

West has clouds & wide meadows,

South is where my compass takes,

Tea & cakes & warm Dolly cuddles