New York City is Much Cooler without New Yorkers

Man...I had the strangest dream: in it, aliens--or perhaps just a strange natural disaster--swamped New York City in about ten feet of water, much as in The Day After Tomorrow or whatever that movie was in which there was a giant storm and lots of water in New York. Anyway, most New Yorkers were either killed in the flooding--YAY!--or simply evacuated, leaving the city prettymuch empty and submerged in about eight feet of water. But did this kill the great city of NYC? Unfortunately, no. All sorts of tourist-traps and assorted other stuff moved into the "Sunken City" and, of course, began setting up attractions and tours of the devastation. People would ride around in boats ogling the emptied buildings, etcetera, but the coolest thing was that if you liked you could be outfitted with "pontoon shoes" that let you walk right on the water in a sort of goofy slippin'-slidin' motion. I was there with a bunch of people from highschool--including a girl named Angel, who, when I was in highschool, I really never liked, but was apparently now engaged with in a torrid affair--just wondering around the submerged city and enjoying the sights. The weird thing was...I remember the smells better than anything: popcorn, hot dogs, and assorted other tourist-trap vendor foods mingling with the weird, wet-concrete-and-filty-water stench of a drowned city in which the water was literally chock full of trash, sewage, and dead rats (they were literally everywhere). The place was a seething pesthole breeding all manner of deleterious infections in its soupy water, but the tourists and devastation-gawkers were all there, anyway--including me, of course, because can I resist a sunken city full of dead things and carnival rides? Nope!

My verdict on this dream: truly wacky and inexplicable. Especially the affair with Angel part. The devastation I can understand, sure...but on the Angel point I simply must ask my subconscious, "WTF?"